#anyway yeah. as much as i love them i just feel drained now

[netherfeildren]

Evermore

Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader

Summary: Joel’s your older boyfriend who your parents had a hard time approving of, but you’re engaged now and spending your first Thanksgiving with your family, and well, it’s always fun doing things you know you shouldn’t do under the roof of your childhood home.

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The Thanksgiving AU

Rating: Explicit 18+

Content Warnings: No outbreak AU; Thanksgiving AU; Devoted Joel Miller; Established Relationship; Thanksgiving is the most boyfriend holiday and it needs to be discussed; Fucking in your childhood home shenanigans; Pretty soft and sweet; Needy behavior; Older man/Younger woman; Daddy kink; Size Difference; Unprotected PIV; Creampie; Breeding Kink; Oral sex; Fluff and Smut; Praise Kink; Come eating; PWP

A/N: Was thinking yesterday that Thanksgiving is the most boyfriendy holiday, and so this seemed entirely necessary after that epiphany. I’m sick as an old dog right now, and wrote this so quickly and just for fun. Any and all mistakes are property of my NyQuil induced high, apologies and enjoy and happy holidays :]

New Year’s Eve follow up

Word Count: 4.2K

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“You’re doing so good.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah, baby. So, so good. It’s going so well.” You drag your nails slowly up the wide expanse of his strong back, feeling the divots and bumps of his spine, the thick padding of muscles that jump and shiver at your touch. He’d donned the nice green and red plaid button down you’d bought him for tonight, and he’s a little damp at the small of his back, giving away the nerves he’s trying to keep hidden from you, but you can tell anyways, sensed them as if they’d been your own fluttering within you. More attuned to another person than maybe is normal, perhaps, but you know this man, your man, your fiance now. You understand him. 

“You think he likes me?” And his voice goes a little gruff, sheepish, words lodging in his throat as he slowly soaps your mother’s special holiday china in the warm sink water. The two of you’d been relegated to clean up duty after you’d finished the beautiful Thanksgiving meal your mother had spent days readying in preparation for your first official visit with Joel as the man you’d soon marry. No longer just the older boyfriend who your father couldn’t stand to hear about, much less bear the sight of. And the come around had been slow going, undoubtedly, tireless work on yours and your mother’s parts trying to get him to relent, to accept the man who you’d chosen to spend the rest of your life with as a good man for his daughter. 

“Yes– yes. Absolutely. You made him laugh so many times. And he was so interested when you mentioned the house.”

You feel him suck in a shaky breath and move to wrap your arms around the strong breadth of his waist, resting your cheek against him, listening to the thud, thud of his beating heart. “Christ–” He gives a tremulous laugh that you follow suit warmly, palms splaying out over his belly. “He was, wasn’t he?” 

“So interested. Please, don’t worry anymore. My mom loves you, and dad’s on his way there too, I know he is, I promise.”

“He’s just protective,” he says, shutting off the water and pulling the plug on the drain. The both of you stand there in the silence together, listening to the little tornado of water suck away the remnants of the perfect dinner you’d just had with your parents and the man you were going to marry. It really had been perfect, and you’re telling him the truth when you say you really do think your father’s coming around. He’d been apprehensive at first, more than apprehensive, perhaps, with Joel being so much older than you, twenty years to be exact. And with a teenage daughter of his own, Sarah, who was spending the holiday with her mother. 

Your mother had always been the easy going one, and she’d taken one look at Joel, the dark, silver threaded curls, the thick shoulders and sparkly, hazel eyes, the too charming smile and had immediately understood. Your father had seen all those same things and seen nothing but trouble immediately deserving of mistrust. Things had been rocky for a time, but when Joel had gotten down on one knee and asked you to spend the rest of your life with him and Sarah, when he’d broken ground on the house he was building you with his bare hands from the dirt up out by the lake, well… your father hadn’t been able to withhold his approval for much longer after that was all said and done. 

“And for good reason,” he continues, reaching for the dish towel, drying off his hands before covering yours over his stomach with his wide palms, pulling your arms tighter around him. He brings one of your hands up to his face, cupping his own mouth with it to press a kiss to the tender cove. “The man should take me out back and drag me through the mud,” he mumbles, muffled into your skin, dragging his mouth slowly from side to side, tickling your palm with his whiskers. 

You press yourself harder against him, shoving him into the edge of the counter, dizzy with the feel of your heart beating so hard against your sternum it reverberates against the ribs in his back. “No, baby. Why? Never.” You press a kiss right over the slope of his spine. 

He gives a soft laugh at the feel of your wriggling against him, trying to find friction anywhere and anyway, not very inconspicuously rubbing your breasts against his back, and he turns slowly in the circle of your arms with that humming laugh still caught in his throat, bending slightly at the knees when he wraps his own arms around your waist to pull you up and into him so that your feet are left to dangle above his own heavy boots. He nuzzles at the warm, fragrant skin beneath the edge of your jaw, a small kiss to the tender spot behind your ear, where he whispers, “‘Cause all I could think about at the goddamn table, sittin’ next to your father, was how pretty your tits look in that dress you wore for me – how much I wish I could kiss that pretty pussy to sleep tonight.” 

You whine low, desperate, needy, wrapping your arms behind his neck to press his face tightly to your throat, breath hitching at the feel of his teeth, sharp at your pulse. “Joel–”

He shakes his head slowly, a long stream of sighing breath warm against your collarbone before he says, “I know– I know, baby. I’m telling ya– your father should kill me for the things I wanna do to his little girl. For the things I do to her already.”

The visit had so far been everything you could’ve wished for, and what you’d appreciated more than anything, more than your father’s very approval of your fiance, or your mother’s happiness for you, was that Joel had found the perfect balance between being respectful, ingratiating even, while still remaining uncowed by your father. Walking into your parents home with your hand in his, a deferential kiss to your mother’s cheek, and a strong, self assured handshake for your father while he’d handed him the bottle of his favorite fine aged whiskey and a demure, I’m glad we could make this work for our girl.

Our girl, he’d said, and it had made everything that lived inside of you with his name on it, everything that was perpetually soft and wet for him, go molten. You loved him. You belonged to him. And you’d chosen him for yourself, and he was sure as hell going to make sure everyone the two of you came across knew what that choice entailed, what it meant to him. Your father had been forced into capitulation, all with the whiskey and the self assurance in Joel’s eyes, your own unbridled elation, and your mother’s giggles and blushing smiles like every other woman who’s ever met this man, unable to resist the charm of that Southern twang and the too gorgeous smile, no other recourse had been left to your poor dad. 

You think of this as you make your way on silent tiptoes through your parent’s dark, quiet home. It had been the one concession you’d not garnered from your father, the sleeping arrangements. He’d absolutely refused to allow you and Joel to share a bed under his roof, no questions asked. And no matter how much you’d pleaded and your mother had cooed and cawed and threatened him, he’d not relented. At this point, you were worried he’d not let you sleep in the same bed as Joel even after the two of you’d been married. But what your father didn’t understand, what even you yourself barely understood sometimes was that you needed Joel. You need him. No one, no one except for Joel himself understood how desperately that ran inside of you. He understood you, he always has. 

You pause as you reach the closed door of his bedroom, splaying a palm against the fine grained wood to take a settling breath, your heart beating so fast you feel it in your throat, chock full of excitement, lust, desperate yearning. To have him here, in your childhood home, where you’d been a teenager, a girl, grown into a woman, you want him so, so badly, inside of you, around you, beneath you. You can never sleep without him anymore, no comfort to be found in the too small bed of your childhood – you turn the knob and slip inside. 

The blue darkness of the guest bedroom paints his form in shadows, big under the pretty quilt your mother has adorning the bed. You can see the heavy mass of his shoulder peeking from beneath the edge of the quilt, the ratty gray t-shirt you know has a faded longhorn stretched across the front; not able to sleep naked and wrapped only in you the way he usually does when under your parents roof. You turn the lock and step carefully on tipped toes, avoiding the creaky bits in the hardwood floor you’re so familiar with after a lifetime living in this house and lift the edge of the quilt to slip into the cocoon of warmth with him. Like a living furnace, you snake your arm over his flank slowly, enjoying the shiver and jerk of his muscles as you stroke him awake. Your palm, passing over thick ridged muscles and soft belly, digging beneath to feel the wispy scratch of hair there. 

He makes a deep sound, low in his chest, legs shifting as he comes to wakefulness, and then the gruff murmur of your name being whispered into the dark, his big, callused palm coming to wrap entirely around your fist beneath his t-shirt, keeping you from slipping it inside his sleep pants. “Baby, what’re you doin’?” He slurs, voice full of sleep and slow waking lust. 

You press your pelvis into his backside, hitching your knee up and over his hip to wrap yourself around him like vines. “I need you,” you mewl, baby voice trying to get ahead of his polite refusal before he’s able to get it out. He’d told you, before the two of you’d embarked on this weekend at your parents house, that there was to be no funny business on your part. As if he didn’t know that that was your favorite kind of business where he was concerned. You press a kiss above his scapula, then open your jaw to drag your teeth against the skin warmed cotton. You rub against him, clutching and pulling at his chest and stomach, biting and kissing as much of his back as you can reach, your foot somehow finding its way into his lap so that you can feel his quickly hardening cock against the sensitive arch of your foot. 

He groans roughly. “You’re gonna get us caught, sweet girl,” he tries to protest, but wraps his hand around the little foot in his lap anyways, pressing the arch of it into that half hard erection, rubbing against it. 

“I need you– I can’t sleep without you,” you whine, and he makes a frustrated sound, turning to face you, gripping your knee as he goes to open the cradle of your hips for himself, drawing your leg over his waist so that you’re suddenly chest to chest, sipping on each other’s warm breath. With a fist in your hair he gives you a hardly believable reprimand, little girl, and presses his lips briefly to yours, quick and damp, barely there, like he can’t help himself, like he knows that if he starts he won’t be able to stop, wandering hands already slipping up the hem of your nightgown, squeezing your panty clad ass. 

“Your parents…” he tries again, the roll of his hips against yours, coupled with a hitched whine, making his objections a little laughable.

“Don’t you miss me? Don’t you love me? Don’t you want me here with you?”

“Of course– of course I do–” You twist your fingers in his curls, the first real press of your mouths, his damp upper lip slotting between both of yours so that you can give it a little suck. Then the tip of his tongue touching yours, and you’re opening all the way for him, moaning wantonly into his mouth, letting him lick and taste behind the line of your teeth. “‘Course I want you here, baby.”

“I’ll be good. I’ll be quiet,” you promise. “Please, please, Joel. Please, just–” The hand squeezing your ass slides between your legs, finds the damp plaquet of panties. Fuckin’ soaked already, needy girl. “Please, just fuck me. I’ll be so quiet, I promise.”

“Baby…”

Please, please, please. He’s always had something about him that turns you into nothing more than a wet little girl desperate for the big, big man’s attention. The impropriety of your surroundings has no bearing on this, the desperation is as present as ever, heightened even, maybe, because of the wrongness of it, because you could be caught red handed at any second if you’re not careful, not quiet enough. 

“‘Course I love you so fuckin’ much. You even need to ask?” He rubs the flat of his palm over your pussy, the tip of his middle finger finding the nub of your clit covered by the soaked wet silk to press lightly on each pass forward.

“No, Daddy. I know,” you breathe soft and secret into his mouth, watch the slight widening of his eyes as you say it. You can picture the flush suffusing his cheeks at hearing you call him so, know the effect the sound of it has on him. 

“Fucking Christ,” he murmurs, pulling you tighter against him, tilting your head back by the grip he has on your hair so that he can deepen his kiss, taste you more thoroughly. “Better be quiet while I fuck you.” He pulls back, mock frown and a note of reprimand in his voice as his fingers dip beneath the silk of your panties to find the wet, swollen mess of you already. He moans into your open mouth, your name and I love you and wet fuckin’ pussy as he starts to pet at you slowly. His fingers swirling at your clit and then moving to your opening, dipping inside just a tiny bit, giving you almost nothing, forcing a frustrated whine up your throat. “I said quiet.”

“Please, Daddy. Please,” you beg, but he returns to your clit, ignoring your whining, pinching the bundle of nerves lightly before he’s back to teasing the mouth of your cunt, dipping the tip of a single finger in shallowly to pull your wetness from you and spread it over your mound, slicking you up for him. 

“We’re gonna go nice and slow. Gonna take my pretty cunt nice and slow, and you’re gonna be good for me, aren’t you? Gonna be quiet – not get us caught, right? Say yes.”

“Yes, Daddy,” you whisper, pressing kisses all along his face and jaw and throat, needy fingers twisting in his curls, scratching at the back of his neck and the hills of his shoulders. He make an approving groan of a sound, rolling the two of you over so that you’re on your back, splayed out beneath him, and he pulls the vee of your nightgown down, bearing your breasts to him, sucking on each nipple, first hard then soft, then with teeth and tongue, slicking you in his spit, and you try and stay quiet, you really, really do, but it’s so hard not to cry out at the sight of his jaw hinging wide, seemingly trying to take the whole heavy weight of your breast into his mouth in one go. 

He always has you like he wants you more than anything else in the whole world, like he’s never wanted anything else in his whole life more than he wants you, and nothing feels better than that, nothing makes you crazier for him than the way he wants you so desperately. 

He makes his way down the length of you with kisses to your breasts, your ribs, your belly, the mound of your pelvic bone, before he’s gathering your knees together and bending them to press against your chest, pulling the lace and silk of your panties over the curve of your bottom and diving nose first into your wet cunt, taking in a deep drag of your scent and then dragging the broad, flat of his tongue from your asshole to your clit in one long, slow swipe. The groan he ends on has you almost coming on his tongue just like that, the sound so hungry it would scare someone who doesn’t want to be wanted as badly by this man as you do. And he eats your cunt like he’s angry, like he’s in love with you, like he doesn’t care if you get caught or not. Tongue plunging into your pussy, sucking on your clit, shaking his head, quick and hard, from side to side so that the obscene sound of your wetness against his mouth is all you can hear over the cacophony sounding in your ears right before you gush for him all wet and sweet and sticky, covering his tongue and beard. His lips wrap around your swollen clit again while it still pulses for him, and you have to shove your fist into your mouth, drooling around it to stifle the sound of your cries for his cock while he sucks you into a second painfully fluttery orgasm, your womb cramping hard and tight around nothing, your cunt clutching desperately at air for the cock it’s about to gladly take. The hum of his movements, of his whines and moans, don’t match his promise for nice and slow. They tell you this is going to be hard and deep and might even hurt, and that you’ll like it all the more for that. This is, after all, what you’d snuck in here for, just exactly this. 

He pulls away from your cunt with a loud, wet suck, popping your clit from his puckered mouth like a piece of too ripe, too sweet fruit, before crawling up the length of you, pulling your soaked panties and your nightgown from your body as he goes, shucking his own sweat soaked shirt over his head and kicking his pajama bottoms away. When he takes your mouth again, his face and beard are wet and sticky with your slick, all sweet sugared musk and the angry thrust of his tongue, his fingers, too hard and too tight wrapping around your jaw, grunting into your mouth as he sucks on your tongue. His burning hot cock thrusts between your wet cleft, the sound of your leaking pussy loud enough to be heard over the sound of your mingled panting breaths. You feel him grip himself, stroking once, twice, wide, blunt head bumping against slick soaked skin, before he’s notching at your cunt and shoving in, hard and fast. Not giving you a chance to think about it before he’s bumping at the mouth of your womb, a muted bruise you never tire of; his too big cock that still pinches every time, that presses in just on this side of too deep to always be comfortable, but you don’t care. The proof is in the hurt, and you need constant reminding that he’s real, that this is real. It’s your greatest pleasure, after all, the reassurance of him, of the two of you, and he never tires of giving it to you. You know that giving you the things you need and want from him, turns Joel on more than anything else.

He groans long and low into the crook of your shoulder when he bottoms out and holds there for several drawn out moments, both of you enjoying the pulse and throb of your connection. He’s so deep and you’re so wet for him, taking him so, so well, like he always tells you that you do. You’d felt, from the first moment that you’d laid eyes on him, like you’d been made for him. Put on this earth just for him to find and keep, and doing this, having each other like this, even after all the times you’ve done it, always feels like further proof of it. He grinds against you, hips shifting from side to side, tip bumping against the deepest part of you, before he’s clutching at your ass and flipping the both of you over suddenly, cock never slipping from your tight clutch when he settles you on top of him, buried to the hilt. You feel him in your stomach like this, and you tell him so, little hand coming to rest low on your belly where you’re holding him inside of you, pressing down so that the both of you can feel your connection from the inside out, groaning in tandem all wide and sparkly eyed as you look at each other. And he’s nodding his head at you as you start to shift your hips slowly, feeling the wet slide of his length, the grind of your clit against his pelvis, one hand pressing down on your belly, the other anchoring yourself on his own stomach so that you can rock yourself on him. 

He pulls one of your knees up, resting your foot flat on the bed to open you to his gaze, so that he can watch the way the thick root of his cock splits your cunt open for him to fuck up into. The two of you find your rhythm, you rolling your hips down on his upthrust, and he’s still nodding his head at you, mouthing words made of only air at you while you gasp and gulp for breath, I love you and you’re so pretty and yeah, ride that cock, baby. All you can do in return is mumble his name at him over and over again, Joel, Joel, Joel, nonsensical. Your brain doesn't work when he’s got his cock wedged this deep inside of you, it just doesn’t.

There's sweat pooling in the divots of his collarbones, the sun grizzled notch of his throat, and you fold over forward, changing the angle, deepening it, to lick up those little pools of salt, sucking on his neck until he’ll surely have incriminating bruises tomorrow. You don’t care, not even a little bit. He’s so yours in this moment, always really, but right now, Joel feels so, so incredibly yours, and you love him so much, and he’s going to be your husband one day soon and nothing else really matters besides that. 

He wraps both arms around your back, squeezes you to himself tight and starts to fuck up into you, fast, brutal, again, nothing nice and slow about it like he’d promised, and you’re forced to dig your teeth into his shoulder so hard you’re scared for a moment you’ll taste blood on your tongue. You can feel your orgasm crawling up your spine, pooling like liquid heat in your pelvis while everything goes tight and fluttery inside of you. “How mad would he be if I knocked you up right now? If I fucked his baby girl full’a my baby under his roof?” He grunts into your ear, and there’s the dip in your restraint. As much as you want to hold off and wait for him, you clench down hard around him with a sharp cry, mouthful of his skin to muffle you only barely. “Huh? What’dya think he’d say?” He continues, changing the angle so that his pelvis bumps against your clit on every punch in, balls slapping wetly against the curve of your ass while he pets at the tight ring of muscle back there, tempting you with more than you think you can take right now. “If you go all pretty and round and soft for me before our wedding.” 

You can't speak, you’re nothing but air and sticky, sweet wet in the shape of a girl made just for him. Too tight grip in your hair, and he’s jerking your face towards him, grunting into your mouth as he starts to spill inside of you, burning hot come milked out of his cock and deep into you, and he tells you again how much he loves you, tells you that you’re his pretty little wife because it’s already felt like that for so long. A marrying of your very selves despite the lack of legal nothing that means so little to the both of you when you have all this between you already. Tells you that he can’t wait to see his baby all full of his baby. 

When he’s finished pumping you filled to the brim he turns you over again, pulls out slowly so that the both of you can appreciate the sound of his heavy cock slipping wetly from your well used pussy, and when he bends to eat your mingled come out of your puffy cunt, only to then wedge your mouth open so that he can spit your fluids onto your waiting tongue, all here, taste how good we are, the only words left when it comes to this man and this thing you have between the two of you is always simply thank you. 

New Year’s Eve follow up

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can i request poly!marauders x female reader where she gets burnt out easily and most people don't know this cause she like leaves or hides before they can see. So one day they were hanging out all day and she gets burnt out but they don't know what happened so they get all worried when she all of a sudden just looks so drained and tired and can barely smile or anything. Sorry if this doesn't make sense. This happens to me a lot with new friends and because I get so burnt out I sometimes even need other people to explain for me cause talking is even too much. Thank you so much if you do it!! ♡♡♡♡♡I love your fics so much♡♡♡♡

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poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 948 words

“I just don’t see why they would change them,” James complains, sipping dissatisfiedly at his butterbeer. 

“You’re such a creature of habit,” Sirius sighs heavily, but you all know his boredom is for show. He only wants to rile James. 

“The old quidditch uniforms were just fine,” James is practically monologuing now, staring into the middle distance with a furrow between his brows. His elbow bumps your arm as he gestures helplessly. “Red and gold—those are the Gryffindor colors, red and gold. So why are the new uniforms bright red and yellow?” 

“Maybe so you’re more visible,” you suggest, and Remus’ lips twist amusedly as he leans across the table to sip at your butterbeer. Neither of you had much appetite after your long day of snacking at the quidditch match, so you’d agreed to split one. You’ll admit, you find the two straws poking out of your mug embarrassingly romantic. 

“We look tacky,” James grumbles, slumping a bit in his seat. You see Remus’ arm reach under the table, and you know he’s straining to rub his boyfriend’s thigh consolingly. “The gold was so much better.” 

“At least you can pull off a yellow like that,” Sirius points out. “Can’t say the same for Callaghan. He looked totally washed out.” 

This would be your time to chip in with a comment about how Sirius’ pallid countenance wouldn’t fare so well in the new colors either, but you find you don’t want to. There’s a persistent pressure at your temples. Once you acknowledge it, the rest is impossible to stop. Exhaustion seeps into you like a poison, all the way down to your bones, and you’re done. You’ve been around people—mostly your boyfriends, who you love very much, but people nonetheless—since you woke up this morning, and had talked and laughed and participated all day long, and now you’re done. You want to be home. 

“True, but even he looked better than you would have, Pads,” James voices the zinger for you, he and Remus trading entertained looks when Sirius starts spluttering about how he looks good in every color, thank you very much. 

“Alright, I can’t have any more of this.” Remus pushes the butterbeer towards you decisively. “All yours, dove.” 

You know you haven’t had anywhere near your fair share, but the idea of reaching over, of going through the effort of bringing the straw to your lips, is too much. “Thanks,” you say to him, “I’m good.” 

Remus’ brow creases. You feel horribly dramatic. 

“I’ll take it,” James says merrily, reaching for the mug before Sirius slaps his hand away. 

“Oi, it’s hers.” Sirius gives him a mean look, nudging the butterbeer back towards you. “You’re like a fucking vulture, Prongs. Darling, are you sure you don’t want what’s left? You know he’ll down it in one gulp.” 

“I’m sure.” You try to give him a smile, but even you can feel what a flimsy attempt it is. “Thanks anyway.” 

Sirius’ expression clouds over with concern, and you look at the table. 

“Hey.” James reaches for your hand, squeezing your fingers lightly between his. “What’s up, lovely?” 

You sigh, leaning your head on his shoulder. “Just tired.”

Sirius makes an incredulous sound, and you know what he wants to say even though he doesn’t. Yeah, I can see that. “Did something happen?” he asks instead. 

You frown, hating that you don’t have a more satisfying answer. “No.”  

“Dove,” Remus tries to get your attention from across the table. “Are you feeling sick?” 

“No. I’m fine.” 

“You don’t seem fine, honey.” James’ voice is soft, but you can hear the unease in it. “Are you sure you’re not sick?” He touches the back of his hand to your forehead, then lets it slip down to your cheek. “Maybe it was the butterbeer. Rem, are you feeling alright?” 

“I feel normal,” Remus says, seeming at a loss. 

“Hey.” There’s a hand on your leg, and you look up to see Sirius leaning towards you, giving you one of his stern looks. “What’s going on with you, huh? Talk to us.” 

“I’m fine, seriously.” You do your best to look it, sitting up from James’ shoulder, though your dull voice belies your words. “I’m just drained.” 

“Drained how?” he presses. 

“Just…done.” You shrug helplessly. “I’m sorry, I think I want to go home. I just need to be by myself for a little bit, is that okay?” 

“Of course,” Remus says, standing and grabbing his coat. “You don’t have to be sorry, dove. It was just a long day, is that it?” 

You nod, relieved. 

He shrugs on his own coat before grabbing yours, helping you into it when you slide out of the booth. “I understand. It’s been a lot of socializing for one day. You should have told us you were feeling tired, I could have gone home with you after the game.” 

“I didn’t know until it just happened,” you say, but you don’t have the energy to really argue. 

Remus doesn’t want to, either. He kisses the top of your head as he zips your coat, taking your hand in his. 

“We’ll get you home and you can hole up as long as you need,” Sirius promises, pulling on his gloves. “You introverts, so weak.” 

“She’s probably drained because of you,” James teases back. He wraps a protective arm around your shoulders, tucking you against his side. 

“That’s not how it works,” you say quietly, but James shushes you, dipping down to kiss the side of your head. 

“I know, angel, but if you say it is, he’ll be buying your butterbeers for the next week. The month, if you play it right.”

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I HATE YOU— C. BROCK.

prompt; you and colby have never gotten along. you always bickered and never saw eye to eye. so, when your friendship group plans a trip that he’s invited to—you make it your life’s purpose to keep as far away from him as possible. although, that plan does down the drain when you have to share a room for 2 weeks..

warnings; SMUT, p in v sex, rough sex, unprotected sex, fingering, dirty talk, mentions of angst and arguing, cursing/swearing, enemies to lovers trope.

“Oh, how fucking great.”

The words fell past his lips faster than your brain could compute what the flight attendant was telling you.

A loud sigh fell past your lips as you thanked her and continued walking to your seat. Colby was slow to follow.

It was bad enough that you were going on a group trip together, let alone having to sit next to each other on a five hour flight. You knew he was in a bad mood regardless due to his lack of sleep, and you knew your presence wasn’t making it any better.

You and Colby have never got along. You don’t know when it started, but you’ve never connected. At the start, you wouldn’t engage much and just stay out of each others way. But now, you fought, a lot. Your friends loved to compare you to a married couple—that really pissed you two off. You don’t really have a reason as to why you dislike Colby so much, you just do. Something about him just irritates you—whether it’s his ridiculous hair, or whining about not having a girlfriend, or how stupid rich he was. And you weren’t sure why Colby didn’t like you, but you didn’t care—the feelings were mutual.

So, when your best friend, Katrina, floated the idea of a group trip a few months ago, you were sparked with excitement. Until you realised Colby would be joining. And even better, the people coming on his trip were couples—besides you and Colby. How fabulous.

As you got comfortable in your window seat, you gazed out it with a comfortable smile on your face—trying to ignore the shuffles and huffs of annoyance from beside you.

“Do you wanna take up anymore room?”

Turning your head to face him, a smirk formed on your face as you locked eyes with him, “Yeah, sure.” You teased, pushing your legs out next to his.

With a harsh kick, Colby moved your legs back to under your seat, grabbing his headphones and placing them in his ears, “Don’t talk to me for the entire flight.” He stated, shutting his eyes and leaning his head back against the chair.

“Finally, something smart coming out of your mouth.” You mumbled, turning back to face the window.

The flight was peaceful, you got up once to go to the bathroom—having to disturb Colby which only lead to a small argument. Mixed with having to ignore the dirty looks he shot you when you returned to your seat.

“How was it?” Katrina asked, slinging her carry-on bag over her shoulder as you exited the plane.

“Take a wild guess.” You spoke sarcastically, raising your eyebrows at her. Katrina chuckled quietly, knowing the answer without you even having to tell her.

The bus ride to the hotel was short—almost everybody dozed off while they waited to arrive. Katrina happily rested her head on your shoulder as she snored, not noticing the way you huffed angrily as you listened to Colby complain about how you awoke him on the flight.

God, he was an ass.

“Alright, this is us.” Sam spoke, grabbing his bag and slinging it over his shoulder, grabbing Katrina’s arm gently and rocking her awake.

The hotel was beautiful. Large, white pillars rose up from the ground guarding the fancy double doors to the entrance that remained open due to the heat. Surrounding the hotel were trees and plants, paired with colourful flowers—contrasting the white of the walls.

“It’s beautiful.” Colby spoke, admiring the hotel with his ocean, blue eyes.

“I know I am, but thanks anyways, Colbs.” You winked, turning around to shoot him a smug look.

Colby rolled his eyes in irritation, “Don’t flatter yourself. And don’t call me that.”

“Okay, Colbs.”

“God, you’re insufferable.” Colby breathed, shaking his head in annoyance.

“Please, can we have one nice holiday without you guys fighting?” Sam snapped, raising his eyebrows at the two of you.

“Sorry.” You both mumbled in unison, trying to please your friend. But, not enough to slyly shoot each other a dirty look as you entered the hotel.

“Hi, I have four rooms booked under the name Golbach.” Sam smiled sweetly at the receptionist as the rest of the group trailed behind.

“That’s fine, I’ve got it all paid for and set up for you.” She smiled, “So, I’ve got a Corey and Devyn in one room, then a Sam and Katrina in another.” She started handing the couples their room keys, “Then a Jake and Tara, and finally a Y/N and Colby.”

Silence.

“Nope. That’s not happening.” Colby stated, a foul expression on his face.

“Is there a problem?” The receptionist frowned.

“Yeah, we cannot be within two feet of each other without an argument.”

The receptionist laughed, “Oh, I get it. Me and my husband are like that too.”

“No, no, no.” You laughed, “We are not…We will never be…” You trailed off, suddenly feeling like lies were spilling from your lips.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” She chuckled, nervously, “But, unfortunately, in case of an emergency, I cannot change the arrangements of the rooms. I’m so sorry.”

Colby sighed loudly as he pinched the bridge of his nose, you rolled your eyes at his immaturity, “Don’t worry, it’ll be fine. Thank you.”

Grabbing the key card for the room, you wheeled your suitcase towards the room, feeling utter disappointment. You knew your holiday would now be ruined due to Colby. He would be complaining about every little thing you did, and you couldn’t help but bite back.

The room was huge. Large hallway leading up into the living area, with a 60 inch flat screen TV and rectangular coffee table in front of it. Next door rested a modernised and perfectly furnished kitchen with a marble top island in the centre.

You and Colby walked around the room in silence as you observed the beautiful room. As you walked down a small hallway, your heart raced with anxiety as you made it to the bedroom. There was only one room left, meaning that there was only one bedroom. You prayed it was double beds on opposites sides of the room.

Colby strolled slowly behind you as you pushed open the door. Your heart dropped at the sight.

Rose petals in the shape of a heart laid across the double bed, paired with others scattered across the floor leading up to it. In the corner of the room were red balloons in the shape of hearts and “Happy Holiday!” written across them. To push things further, a bottle of Champagne and two glasses rested on a circular table next to the balcony glass doors.

“Well, fuck.” Colby chuckled, “If only they knew.”

“If only they knew what?” You spat, waiting for the insult to hit you.

“That you were such a bitch, they wouldn’t have gone to all this effort.” He smirked, walking over to the bed and playing with the roses.

Ignoring his comment, you trudged towards the Champagne, popping it open and pouring yourself a glass. You sighed happily as the bubbly beverage slipped down your throat—hopefully this would calm your anger.

You and Colby didn’t speak another word the rest of the day. The others had sent a few messages to the group chat discussing dinner later in the evening, but other than that—nothing. Colby relaxed in the living area as you prepared yourself for the dinner. You elegantly did your makeup—your skin looking flawless, and your lips looking pink and plump. You then curled your gorgeous, silky hair, letting it rest comfortably on your chest as you slipped on your dress.

And by God, did you look good.

Your breasts were accentuated perfectly and your ass popped deliciously. You knew you’d get some attention tonight, and you were excited. But maybe not by who you were expecting.

Your heels clicked satisfyingly against the floor as you approached the living area. Colby was sat on the couch, phone in hand, in a suit as he scrolled endlessly. He looked up once to acknowledge your presence, before returning to his phone.

Not long after, his head snapped back towards you, a shocked expression on his face as you adjusted your coat, “What?” You spat.

Colby stared for a few seconds longer before plastering a smirk on his face, “Slutty as always.”

“Fuck you.” You seethed, glaring at him as he sauntered over to you.

“You wish, sweetheart.” He whispered, teasingly tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

Pulling your head away from you, you pushed his chest, forcing him back slightly, “Don’t fucking touch me.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice.”

Taking a deep breath, you swung open the front door as you walked into the hallway. You could not deal with him tonight, you wanted to have a nice night and not be bothered by his rude remarks. Luckily, your meal with your friends was unbothered by Colby as he sat at the opposite end of the table. Thank God.

“You coming to the club?” Tara questioned as you exited the restaurant.

“Fuck yeah.” You grinned, “I wanna get fucked up tonight.”

“Easy tiger.�� Sam chuckled from behind you, “Remember who you’re sharing a room with.”

“What about it?” You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

Sam shook his head, “Doesn’t matter.” He mumbled, turning around to engage in conversation with the boys.

Weird.

The club was busy tonight. Typical for a Friday night, though. People were everywhere—dancing, drinking and singing. Just like you.

You were 5 drinks deep and you were hammered. The buzz you felt was beyond tipsy—you knew you were a lightweight, but not this bad. Yeah, maybe the fancy dinner had unbelievable portion sizes, but the Vodka here was something else.

As a familiar song began to play, you gasped in excitement as you grasped Katrina and Tara’s arms as you grinned at Devyn in front of you. The music flowed through your body as the rhythm picked up. The beat took over your body as you moved to the music.

You were thoroughly enjoying yourself when a pair of large hands slithered around your waist. A certain brunette asshole strangely made it’s way into your mind as you turned around, but you were, unfortunately, met with a stranger.

“Hey, beautiful.” The tall mousey brunette smirked down at you, “Care to dance?”

Feeling extremely drunk and dangerously cheeky, you agreed. Your hips moving sensually against his as he gripped your waist while you danced. Your eyes wondered over to the bar where your four male friends stood, watching over you and your friends. Your eyes locked with Colby’s and, more specifically, the angry look on his face.

A devilish smirk crept its way up on your lips, an evil idea making its way into your mind. Bending over, you couldn’t help but grind on the strange man behind you, watching as Colby’s face dropped even further at your action.

You ignored the cheers from your friends as you retained the eye contact with Colby as you flipped your hair over your shoulder to glance back at the very obviously aroused man. But, before you could even utter another word, you’re pulled upright and away from the dance floor.

“Dude, what the fuck?” The guy called after you, a confused expression on his face.

“Get the fuck away from her.” Colby growled towards him, shooting him a look of pure rage, one you’d never seen before. His cheeks were pink from the alcohol he’d consumed and the anger that flooded through him.

Colby swivelled back around and pulled you out of the club by your arm, his grip harsh as he did so. He didn’t utter a single word as he pushed you inside the hotel room.

“Colby..” You mumbled in a quiet voice, not knowing what to say.

“Shut up.” He spat, not turning around to face as you as he dragged you inside the bedroom and slamming the door.

“What did you do that—Mmf!” Your words were cut short when you were slammed against the wall.

“Y’know, it’s one thing to constantly be a bitch and piss me off,” Colby started, his arms above your head as he seethed above you, “But it’s another to grind on some fucking prick in front of me like I’m some sort of joke.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” You fired back, “It’s not like we’re together, Colby? I can do whatever the fuck I like.”

“Oh, is that right?” Colby laughed, darkly, “No.”

“Excuse me?”

“I said, no.” He smouldered, “You don’t get to do that around me.”

“And why’s that, Colby? Please, enlighten me, because you sound out of your fucking mind right now.”

Before you knew it, Colby’s lips were smushed against yours in a passionate kiss. You gasped into his mouth as you melted against his lips, your hands resting comfortably on his muscled arms as his laid against your warm neck. Colby grasped the underside of your thighs and pulled you off the ground, wrapping your legs around his hips.

“Colby..” You moaned breathily as his plump lips attacked your neck, “I need you.”

“Of course you do, who wouldn’t?” He teased, pulling your back off the wall and leading you both towards the bed.

“Seriously? You can’t stop being an ass even before we’re about to have sex?”

Colby chuckled from above as you laid in the rose petals beneath you, “You know, if you shut that slutty mouth for once, you’d be so pretty.”

“So I’m not already?” You fired back, shooting him a dirty look as he crawled between your legs.

“Shut up, Y/N.” He ordered, a shit-eating grin on his face as he leaned down to kiss you once more.

Colby wasted no time in stripping you of your clothes, chucking them on the floor along with his own as he continued to kiss you desperately. As Colby pulled your soaked panties off your legs, his lips slowly made their way down to your exposed breasts—his mouth finding it’s way around your mounds beautifully.

Quiet moans slipped past your lips as his hand trailed down to your core, your breathing quickening as he did so. His nimble fingers found themselves comfortably circling your aching clit, making you feel the smile against his lips as he kissed your neck. Your back arched off the bed in pure pleasure as he slipped a finger inside you, wanting nothing more than to scream out as he curled them upwards to hit your sweet spot.

“Please.” You moaned, grasping his forearm tightly as you scrunched your face up in pleasure.

Soon enough, Colby pushed your legs up and onto his shoulders, his tip teasingly rubbing against your soaked entrance. With a few whines and whimpers of desperation, Colby swiftly pushed his cock deep inside you. As a shocked moan rasped from your throat, he sped up his hips as he rocked his throbbing dick in and out of you.

“Oh, yes, don’t stop!” You sobbed, tears falling past your eyes as he pushed your legs further back to reach deeper inside your slutty pussy.

“Jesus, why didn’t I do this sooner?” He mumbled, his cheeks flared red as he huffed with each thrust.

Colby quickly got bored as he pulled out and flipped you on your stomach, pulling your ass into the air and slipping back into your warm hole. You gripped the bedsheets as he ruthlessly destroyed you from behind, degrading names filling the room as he spoke. You crumbled petals in your fists as you clung onto the bed for life, Colby showing no mercy as he fucked you.

“You’re such a whore, aren’t you?” Colby spat, yanking your hair back as your ear met his lips, “You’ve been begging for me to fuck for years now, haven’t you?”

“Yes! yes, yes, Colby. Wanted you for—Aah! for so long.” You blabbered, your throat feeling sore and dry from all the screaming that erupted from it.

“What a good girl—finally.” He praised, letting your hair loose as your head hit the sheets once more, feeling the pleasure build up in your stomach as his fingers deliciously rubbed your clit, “Fuck, I’m close.”

Before you could realise, Colby was cumming deep inside you as your own orgasm hit. His name released itself from your lips countless times as he fucked his load further inside you. As you came down from your high of ecstasy, Colby pulled out of you slowly, falling next to you on the bed.

“Fuck, Y/N.” He mumbled, his eyes staring intensely at the ceiling as he regained his breath, “That was something.”

“It sure was.” You murmured back, feeling a sense of awkwardness fill the air, as you coughed nervously, “I’m gonna go shower.”

But, before you could even move, Colby’s arms slid around your waist and pulled you close to his warm body. A smile rose to your face as he spooned you, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

“We can get to that later.” He informed you, nuzzling his head into your neck as he closed his eyes, “And don’t worry, we can go back to hating each other in the morning.”

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HEYY

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i’ll probably be posting less but i won’t ghost y’all i promise

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Thingy I did for the Admins AU 🩵💚

Context:

Basically the context of this moment is it takes place a week or something after Jesse and Lukas get their powers. Lukas is far more contained with his. He controls them quite well but Jesse on the other hand.. struggles a *lot*. And the townsfolk see it too. They see how when Jesse gets high up in his emotions, he changes, and his irritation with not being able to control his powers only stresses him out and frustrates him more and that causes like the complete form shift and that puts Jesse through like, the worst stress imaginable. Is knowing he's changing in front of people and not being able to control it and he doesn't feel like the hero he once was at all. He feels like a monster.

Anyways there's a point in time where Jesse just doesn't show his face out in town as much because he's terrified of the judgement. He gets the same strange looks he did before he ever became a hero, back when he was a nobody, so he hides from those interactions. Well Lukas definitely notices, and he ends up taking Jesse out somewhere alone, just the two of them. He takes them both somewhere away from civilization, so Jesse can really practice his stuff.

The big thing that has Jesse losing control of his powers is all of his negative emotions towards himself, so it's definitely going to be a "love solves the problem" kind of deal. I like to think one of the big things they practice is Jesse's ability to fly and stuff, and Lukas, regardless of how much Jesse tries to find a different way, decides that the best way for Jesse to really learn is by letting him hold onto him. Because Lukas is a person with a fragile body that he *knows* Jesse would do everything in his power to keep safe. Jesse though, in his admin form, is very cocky despite his sad feelings so he's kind of a brat about it but Lukas is extremely patient with him, and uhh. Jesse reluctantly holds onto Lukas while he lifts up into the air. He's really huffy and embarrassed about it too because after that whole incident in the cave where Lukas took half of Jesse's powers so he could live, Jesse has developed an unimaginable crush on Lukas. Like he already liked him before but now he's sure he loves him, and he's scared of showing those feelings because of well, how he views himself now. So he's really scared of messing this up or making himself look like a fool in front of Lukas.

But! The plan kind of works, because Lukas talks to him while he flies and since Jesse is focused on his conversation and not his emotions towards the powers themselves, it eliminates that stress and has him calmy maintaining a steady control over his flight. And eventually they're just kind of lazily drifting over the landscape, Lukas holding onto Jesse, them both focusing on the scenery as the late evening arrives and the stars begin to shine.

At this time, Jesse is still in his full admin form, he's blue and his eyes glow an eerie turquoise. But eventually Lukas has him stop and Jesse and him come to a stand in the air, Jesse holding Lukas against him and they look at each other. Lukas tells Jesse that he's so proud of him, and to look and see how much he's grown in such short time. Jesse looks around and, though his face still looks so grumpy, he does realize that they've been flying for a long time with no mistakes.

They share some really kind words to each other, Lukas praising Jesse and Jesse very quietly mumbling his gratitude for Lukas and his patience with him.

And uhh for the first time since the cave, Lukas gives Jesse a nice sweet kiss. Jesse doesn't remember it in the cave. He doesn't remember Lukas kissing him, so this comes as a complete shock (he was suuuper out of it) but quite literally every ounce of negativity drains from his body and he slowly begins reverting back to his original self. In the picture he's still in his admins clothes, but his body looks normal, aside from the crazy messy hair which is an admin trait.

Anyways yeah this is the moment Jesse realizes he for sure loves Lukas. And that kiss, and the kind words they shared, immediately calmed him. But uh. They calmed him so hard that when they kiss again, they both actually start falling out of the sky, and Lukas falls away from Jesse's arms in shock and that's when Jesse gains full control of his flight ability and swoops down to grab Lukas up bridal style in his big strong arms.

Lukas is all like "my hero" (he has the ability to fly too, so he was in no real danger, but the moment caused Jesse to take action instantly and use his powers for good).

That alone helps Jesse realize that these powers *can* be used for good. He's still a big grumpy butt in this form, but he still is that same gentle and loving Jesse deep down.

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Kinknuary Day 4: Rimming

Pairing: fromis_9 Saerom x Male Reader

Word Count: 3,284

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“Is it too early? Is this maybe too fast?” 

“Maybe, no one cares about it, anyway.”

Saerom is a deceptive one, truly an audacious individual to look upon as she’s not afraid of anything that’s even a threat. Maybe that’s too much exaggeration but you get it, she’s really brave. 

Well, there’s always a story before such a captivating foreplay—all things have their own beginnings and you know not all of them are worth sharing but this was an interesting approach…

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“So, you were dumped?”

“Yeah, girls are sometimes unfathomable, honestly…”

“Hey!” Saerom lightly slaps your shoulder as she feels a little offended with your remarks, and you, absolutely not directing it to her. “Not all girls are like that, she’s just probably a douchebag.”

“Eh, not really. She’s just too sensitive and wild to the point that everything just went downhill…” You gulp a shot of whiskey and end up with a groan, the bitterness and burning sensation in your throat is the reason but you love it. “You?”

“Eh, nothing much, honestly.” Saerom scoffs, then sheepishly blows some air as she feels uninterested in bringing anything up. “Maybe cutting some slack from the draining times days ago.”

“So it’s a tedious one—a job I assume?”

“Pft—hm, yeah, but apart from that, I feel a bit lonely too at home so that’s why I just wanna go here.” Saerom then sips a shot of tequila as she averted her eyes towards you, looking deeply into your soul as she smirks in satisfaction and sudden delight. 

“Don’t you have a boyfriend? Or someone to lay onto—”

“Nah, I would want to date someone if given the chance…”

You eagerly fixed your sitting position, your focus all towards her as you plant an expression of shock, wondering how a beautiful girl like Saerom could sit here with no one to lean on.

“Tch, can’t believe a beautiful girl like you doesn’t have a boyfriend or mutuals with…”

Saerom lightly giggles from your teasing as she finds it wholesome, and now is maybe the time to plant the strike that she’s been longing for the start.

“You’re cute, you know that?”

You scoff as your face immediately averted against her slowly, feeling shy and flustered with her compliments directed to you. It wasn’t really that much on your own perspective but you appreciate her compliments. It’s not like you don’t want any but you weren’t expecting them to be like this straightforward and immediate.

“And you’re very pretty, Saerom…”

Saerom covers her face with her hands as she gets shy from your retaliating compliment. It struck better than hers as you can see the blush on cheeks, getting flustered with own flowering compliments as she tries to brush it off.

“Yah, you’re getting drunk now—I’d love to be your company for today, if you want it though. I’d like to get to know you more… ”

“I mean, I meant it—you’re goddamn pretty and why not? I’m just going to be alone after this…”

Saerom inches closer towards you as she stares at you endearingly as you were captivated with it, her hands palming onto yours as she wants you to fulfill her proposal.

“Well, you’ve made yourself lucky—consider this as a date, in all terms.”

Saerom immediately latched her lips onto your cheek, parting a kiss onto the soft, porcelain skin as your ears got red, flustered with her fervorous actions of affection. You then cup her cheeks and pull her for a kiss as she eagerly reciprocates but for not too long, she pulls from your soft flesh as she wants something that will make the both of you even more comfortable with each other.

“Let’s take this somewhere we can only see, shall we?” Saerom proposes as you eagerly responded in an unhesitant agreement to it.

“Yeah, I’d love to, Saerom…”

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Such events came out and happened in a flash—within a blink of an eye, you’re now sharing a beautiful, torrid kiss with this gorgeous woman that even goddesses can be in shambles. 

You can defend that truthfully, her curves and her perfectly-sculpted ass was enough as an evidence as you laid your eyes onto those, Saerom giggling as she’s seeing you in awe just by looking at her body.

“God is a fucking woman, and that’s you, Saerom—fuck, you’re hot—”

“And you can ruin the goddess, baby—do you know how I’ve been deprived of this?”

You continue kissing her neck and caressing her waist as you come up onto an estimated conclusion, “I don’t know—weeks? Months?”

Saerom moans as you avert your lips onto peppering her skin with kisses as she faintly responds, “It’s rhetorical, baby, but, you’re right—I’ve been longing for this—god, you’re a gifted kisser.”

“She made me like this—”

“Hey—” Saerom held your chin with her hand, then glaring at you because of your reminiscent remarks about your ex, and she didn’t like it. “—I know you still want her but please, let me be the only one that will cloud your mind and I don’t want you to be hurt just by thinking about her, okay?”

You frantically nod with her reassurance, and then exchanging grins as the both of you felt butterflies immediately and without wasting any second, you latch onto each other’s lips again, fighting and dominating for affection. After a hot minute of kissing, you soon pull out as you keep your hands on her waist, admiring the epitome of beauty as your eyes lit in awe.

“God, Saerom—your body is perfect…”

“Oh, baby, stop it, but—” Saerom then held your hands as she took control with it, making it caress her smooth skin and then roaming around her beautifully-sculpted body leisurely. “—what part of my body do you love?”

“Honestly?”

“Honestly.”

“Ah!” Saerom yelps as got caught off-guard with your sudden spank on her backside, herself smiling with the fact that you genuinely appreciate that part of her body. 

“It’s your ass, Saerom—it’s just perfect and thick.”

“Then what do you want to do with it, hm?”

She got you. She reads you like a book and because everything’s just too obvious to lie, you let everything out as your primal desires are slowly taking over. With both of your faces just inches closer towards each other, the atmosphere heated up way too fast as everything seems to be going as you like.

“I wanna spank it until it’s red, Saerom.”

“Yes, baby—more—” Saerom moans as you tease her with your words and your wants, and not going to lie, it’s turning you on so fucking much.

“After that, I wanna slowly tease your puckered hole with my fingers as I hear and watch you let out a series of whimpers.”

“God—fuck, yes baby—more!”

“After that, I’ll lower my head and fucking tease my tongue onto your snug hole as spank your bubble butt again and again—”

“Yes, baby—fuck, this is turning me on—fuck—more!”

You can’t really contain it anymore. The way you’re talking so dirty to her is making the feral beast inside you impossible to be shackled anymore yet the teasing makes everything exciting as ever, and with Saerom’s moans in response with your talks, it just fuels the fire of lust inside you.

“I’ll eat your ass out like I was starving for days and let you cum with my fingers—I’ll fuck my tongue against your hole and taste your scrumptious butt while you can’t help but moan in need—”

“Enough, baby—fuck…”

You immediately paused the lustful profanities spilling out of your mouth as your eyebrow furrowed, feeling the hint of fear as her commanding voice is the reason behind it.

“Why?”

“I want it now, baby… No more teasing~”

Her saccharine tone lures you into falling under her lustful spell, a forbidden technique that captivates the weaker ones like you. It’s her voice that enamored you as your hands coursed its way to the hem of her leather jacket, caressing it and then slowly undress it to ignite the fuel of foreplay.

“Your outfit really looks good on you, by the way.”

“Thanks… Love to experiment fashion sometimes, y’know?”

“Relatable, but it’s better when those are on the floor—”

“Relax your horny ass, pervert~” Saerom teases with a mischievous and sarcastic tone as she tops it off with a hint of a giggle. She isn’t mad at anything but rather appreciates it and it’s even turning her on and you can say it’s evident with the blush on her cheeks. Saerom then had her face inches against you again, lifting your chin as you took the time to worship her god-like figure.

“Is it too early though?”

“What do you mean?” You shake your head a little, confused on what Saerom’s trying to implicate.

“Like—is it too early? Is this maybe too fast?” 

You scoff as you caress her cheeks, assuring her that everything’s on a great pace and all are on the right track of events. You even doubt someone may barge into the restroom or come in as all you can hear are the ebullient sounds off in the distance, far from where the both of you are.

“Maybe, no one cares about it, anyway.”

One by one, you strip the clothing that’s been concealing the true beauty that she's been hiding. With yourself being unstoppable, you didn’t mind anything as your eyes are only locked in her scrumptious backside as the curves defining the perfectly-sculpted art of her body never fails to amaze you as it’s mouthwatering—

“Wait until you see the rest of me, baby~”

“Yeah, I can’t wait, Saerom.”

With the dexterity of your fingers, you deftly undress her pants, starting from unbuckling her belt and now, meeting the sight of her milky, thick thighs that can probably suffocate anyone that lays an attempt to it—and you’ll be glad to volunteer on that. With only her white thong left to undress, you take a look to admire her figure as her spankable ass is now within your grasp’s reach yet you refrain from doing it, wanting to eye on it as you build up the tension between the both of you.

“God, Saerom—this ass is incredibly perfect—you’re such a perfect one… The curves—everything, fuck…”

“Oh, baby, you’re so generous~ What are you waiting for—ahh! Ooh!”

A harsh spank reverberates around the tiny room as the jiggling of the smooth skin of her butt hypnotizes you, Saerom then moaning as a response from your harsh actions. You then tease her backside with the dexterity of your fingers, drawing a line towards her snug hole as you circle it, adding the fire onto lust she’s been feeling as she whines audibly as a voice of her rising satisfaction.

“Baby, please—let my hole be used—I’ve been dying to feel something up my ass…”

“Come on, Saerom—you just need to be patient…”

She begged you for something to be provoked but rather became defeated as the feral beast inside you becomes contained, waiting for the right opportunity as the reward is no longer too far to be in your reach, and hers. You work onto teasing her puckered hole as the juices of her wet cunt streams down it and to her thighs, making things hard for her as her arousal is unmatched, her needs wanting to be attended as soon as possible but you have the upper hand and you’ll do everything on your own accord.

With the temptation being held back running low, you can’t really contain it anymore as you bring yourself onto your knees, opting for the climax of the anticipatingly stupendous show. With her face leveled down her scrumptious butt, you slowly tease your tongue onto her snug entrance as the wetness and the cold sensation of your tongues makes Saerom yelp in shock as pleasure runs down her veins with your masterclass. You draw circles down her clit, lapping every delicious nectar you can catch running down towards her puckered hole as the taste of it makes you incredibly addicted, drawing more attention onto eating her ass out than everything else. Of course, Saerom couldn’t contain the satisfaction she’s been experiencing as her lustfully-angelic moans bless your ears, further making everything worth her while—and the fact that she isn't really that loud enough for others to probably barge in to know what’s happening is the cherry on top.

With the skillful talent of your tongue stimulating her asshole, Saerom can’t help but shower you with compliments which further ignites you to give it all.

“God, baby—I’ve never felt, fuck—s-so good with someone eating m-my—gah—ass! Keep doing that b-baby! Please don’t fucking s-stop—oh god!”

And you wouldn’t dare disappoint her even on the lowest extent possible.

You grab her hips as the leverage for more grip to skillfully eat her ass out. You devour her hole like it’s hunnid-Michelin-star meal that no one can top off as every second upon eating her luscious hole is cherished and treasured. You raise the pace of the dance of your tongue as your fingers then go to her succulent pussy again, fingering it as her moans increase in volume, forming an orchestra with broken melodies and imperfectly-perfect music to be in the works thanks to her. Wanting such diversity, you alternate between inserting your fingers, knuckle-deep, up in her ass and fucking it slowly—and god, the clenching of her tight walls in every thrust you do is insane—and the lustful acts of your tongue doing such a great work onto stimulating her onto madness.

“You like it, Saerom?”

“I’m not gonna moan this much if I didn’t like you eating me out—fuck, I’m close, make me cum please…”

Such desperation is laced in every word she says as she’s chasing her own orgasm. Fulfilling her request and wanting yourself a treat of a lifetime, you doubled your efforts on eating her ass with all your heart’s desire as she fingers herself onto her peak. With her puckered hole continuously clenching and relaxing, you know that her orgasmic end is coming soon as within your skillful advances towards her hole, it’s just going to get more euphoric than that.

“Fuck, baby—I’m going to c-cum, all over your face!”

“Then do it for me, Saerom.” She’s unable to contain it all and with your given green light, there wasn’t much of a choice to really prevent her from that desired high. “Cum for me.”

A deafening scream has been unshackled as her knees become weak, her grip onto the sink tightening as she sprays her nectar all over your face and neck. As she erupts with a high magnitude, her juices coats every inch of your face as it tasted succulent, humming in satisfaction as the vibration sends herself into overdrive, further pleasuring her. Her hole constricts around your tongue as she rides out her high, teasing it for now as you give her some time to breathe. Now with herself recovered from her earlier orgasm, she commanded you to continue eating her ass out as she isn’t falling deaf to your ears.

There was no more foreplay—there never was, to begin with—-anymore as you started with such an incredible skill that made her yelp in pleasure as your tongues danced around her snug hole like you have something to prove to her. The painful tent in your pants is now growing inevitably hard to the point that you couldn’t contain to suppress your carnal needs anymore, so with still your mouth lathering her scrumptious holes with saliva and eating it with all your heart’s desire, you quickly unbuckle your belt and undress your pants and boxers as your cock is now freed from it’s frustrating clothed prison. She noticed it as it amazes her, being in awe with still her sinful mouth letting out the lustful profanities and moans that blesses your ears. You then stop yourself from eating her out as you spit onto your cock, aiding some lubrication as you want to stroke yourself in tandem with the thrust you make onto her asshole.

“Don’t you wanna fuck my p-pussy—oh god—or my a-ass, hm, baby? Fuck, t-that feels so good…”

“We’ll save that for later, Saerom.”

As you maintain the pace of your tongue, you then start touching yourself as the sight of her constant clenching and her pussy dripping with her juices is such an arousing sight to the point that your cock is now rock-hard and twitching in every stroke you do. After a hot minute of tongue-fucking her asshole and stroking yourself onto your desired promised land, you offered yourself onto the primal abyss of lust, further igniting your wants on coating her dumptruck of an ass full of your thick, white seed as that though really turns you the fuck on. Without anymore time to spare, you double the efforts onto tongue-fucking her as you stimulate her hole with your fingers too, Saerom then letting out series of needy cries of sensitivity and pleasure as you stroke yourself in a lightning-fast pace, wanting to catch your own orgasm too.

“Fuck, Saerom—I’ll gonna cum so fucking soon. You won’t mind coating your fat ass full of cum, don’t you?”

“Fuck—I d-don’t really mind it—here—” Saerom then quickly gets her phone onto her purse, giving it you immediately as she proposes something that piqued your interest. “Take a picture of my ass full of your cum, okay?”

“Got it, baby.”

Now getting up, you point your throbbing member onto the porcelain skin of her ass, making it a canvas as you want to paint every inch white. Without anyone stopping you, you stroke yourself within a pace unimaginable, chasing your long-awaited orgasm as the familiar knot on your loins is now within a hand’s reach, aiming your length now at her ass. There’s no turning back anymore as you let out an unholy moan, thick shots of semen erupting out of your slit as her ass becomes painted white with your treasure seed, Saerom then moaning on tandem with you, aiming to extend your orgasm with her further arousing act. The warmth of your seed satisfies Saerom as she wiggles her ass for you, the remnants of your cum dripping down her thighs and some onto her puckered hole. You then grab your phone onto the sink as you hurriedly take a picture of her cum-coated ass, wanting to make a memory that you’ll savor as Saerom giggles from the thought, finding it rather fluttering that you followed what she suggested.

“So sad I didn’t get to see you cum, baby—but that won’t be unattended for too long now…” Saerom teases you with her mischievous tone as her fingers trace a sample of your cum, tasting it as you anticipate her judgment. To your surprise, she hummed soundly, satisfied with the delicious taste of your load that she'll treasure later.

“Now clean me up—you’ll be in my place tonight…” She hands you some napkins from her purse as you immediately wipe her soft skin, cleaning up the mess you’ve made as a gift from her.

“Your place?”

You know you were rewarded once she came that hard earlier, and with her further confirmation, who are you to decline?

“Yes, and maybe we’ll get to know more about each other…”

“Hah, Saerom—can’t waste this one, so, I’ll be your guest.”

This was unprecedented and unanticipated by you but leaving her needs hanging off a cliff is the last thing you’d want to see. Without any time to waste, the both of you dressed and fixed yourselves up as the day is long enough for more things to happen, and you can’t wait for what she can showcase to you more than what you could possibly imagine…

#kinknuary 2024 #fromis_9 smut #saerom smut #fromis_9 x male reader #saerom x male reader

[hellfire--cult]

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

wc: 10.1k

HEAVY TRIGGER WARNINGS: +18, suicide attempt, reader is suicidal, PAS (Physician Assisted Suicide), neglectful parents, weed and alcohol, feelings of loneliness, hurt/comfort (?), fluff, kissing, some mentions of nausea, smut implication, angst. So much angst.

Plot: Eddie was new to the group, and he connected with you after an unfortunate event. You were excited to finally put an end to your suffering, of all those years of feeling nothing, and you had made a list of things to do before going.

a/n: I cannot stress this enough, please, do not read if this will be triggering for you. If you read PAST the warnings, it is your own responsibility, and I will not hold myself accountable for it.

This is somewhat inspired by the movie and book Me Before You. So yeah, have fun.

Always reblog your artists, likes don't do much.

Please, Trust Me

Eddie came into the group a little bit late, so to speak.

He was assigned to do a project alongside Steve Harrington in Psychology class. College was just something Eddie wanted to focus on studying since he had a reputation of repeating his senior year two times in a row, but Steve was friendly. Eddie, well, he didn’t realize how badly he needed social interaction until then.

So Steve introduced him to his group. Robin Buckley, Nancy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers, and you. Now, Eddie got to know everyone, except yourself. As Nancy put it, you were in many extracurricular classes, so your time was limited. Eddie, of course, understood, but he also felt you were scared of him somehow. You always averted your gaze from him in the little moments you spent together, so he gave up on trying to talk further with you.

Holidays were approaching, and Eddie had the opportunity that his uncle was leaving the nice house he finally got to purchase near lover’s lake in Hawkins, his hometown, so he thought it would be a great idea to invite everyone over… Well, not everyone.

Since he thought you were scared of him, he believed the invitation would be rejected, but everyone else agreed to come over to his place. It was just a two-hour drive, and he couldn’t wait to get drunk and high with everyone else.

Robin told him that you didn’t have time anyway to assist, seeing that you were going to visit your mother for Christmas, so Eddie’s guilt vanished completely. He felt horrible for not inviting you, that’s why he asked Robin to ask you about your plans for Christmas.

So off they went, having a great time by the lake, drinking beer, eating grilled burgers and sausages, and then on Christmas night, the fireworks went off, and everyone was already drunk by that time, messaging loved ones and wishing them great holidays.

The next day, you called Robin, wishing her a happy Christmas. Eddie was packing the suitcase to go back to Indianapolis, when he overheard Robin tell you that they were spending New years there too, completely surprising him. He expected to return on the 26th, but he was excited to spend more time with his friends. Once again, you told Robin that it was fine since you were still at your mom’s.

And so, new years went by. Now on the 2nd of January, they all finally returned completely drained from all the alcohol and food, but still with smiles on their faces. Robin then turned to Eddie with an innocent smile on her face as she sat on the passenger’s seat.

“Eds, can you drive me to Y/N’s place? I want to show her the rocks we picked up at the lake, and I will likely stay the night at her apartment.” She batted her eyelashes at him and he rolled his own eyes.

“Okay, let’s take you to the rich girl’s place.” You explained to the group that you weren’t good with a roommate, so you rented a place near the campus to live in until your studies finished. Eddie realized you weren’t a middle-class person just by knowing that, and he doesn’t know why you would choose a college like this one instead of Harvard or something like that, as rich people do in movies.

Robin met you thanks to you being signed up to tutor her in a particular class she was struggling with. She and you immediately clicked, despite you acting a bit shy and reserved at first, as if not trusting Robin at all, like a scared animal in the wild meeting another species.

Once they arrived at your apartment complex, Robin once more looked at Eddie with a pouty lip.

“And help me with my bag? My shoulders hurt from swimming all week…” And once more, Eddie rolled his eyes, sighing as the two of them got out of his van and he went to the back to get hold of her bag, swinging it over his shoulder.

“You can just say you are lazy as fuck Buckley.” She giggled at his response and they both walked into the reception, calling the elevator to go up to your floor. Once they were at your door, Robin knocked a few times, only to be met with no response. Her smile faded slightly and she tried again, and once more, met with silence.

“Maybe she didn’t return from her mom’s.” And she bent down to look under your mat, finding the spare key. You told her she was welcome at any time, to simply look under the mat for the key and make herself comfortable, knowing Robin likes some quiet away from the dorms now and then. 

She opened the door–

“Hey, you–”

And she and Eddie immediately winced at the strong smell of unwashed dishes or something of the sort. 

“Jesus Christ, what is that smell? Did she forget to wash the dishes before leaving?” Eddie replied, looking over at the kitchen counter, his eyes furrowing together as he looked at a particular tray that was filled with gingerbread men cookies. They were all with a bit of fungus, and one had been bitten, one of its arms missing.

Robin closed the door behind her as she looked around, finding that there were bottles of different alcoholic beverages on the sink, a cup of ramen noodles on the coffee table in front of the TV, half-eaten, and then she spotted the small Christmas tree in the corner of the room.

She remembers how excited you were, buying your tree, telling her that you never had the chance of decorating one before because it wasn’t truly celebrated in your household. Dread immediately invaded her as she remembered that, slowly walking towards it and Eddie following behind, dropping Robin’s bag to the floor.

Robin gasped as she kneeled to the floor, finding different presents under the tree, one for each person in the group, including Eddie. His heart plummeted to the floor as Robin showed him the small present, and you didn’t even know what he liked, yet you bought something for him. 

Robin then turned while getting up, looking towards the door of your bedroom that was shut. She rushed towards it and she felt her heart starting to want to come out of her mouth as she swung it open as quickly as she could.

And there you were, in your bed, resting, and Robin felt herself breathe in relief, but Eddie didn’t. Not when he noticed the bottle of wine next to you, on your nightstand. 

“Maybe she didn’t think she was gonna go to her mom’s and she forgot about the cookies.” Robin said as if almost trying to convince herself. Trying to make a reasonable explanation other than the most horrible one that she could think of because of course, she doubted it when you said you were visiting your mom.

Because you mentioned to her that you two weren’t close.

Eddie slowly walked towards you, not caring about the smell that lingered in your room, knowing that you probably hadn’t showered or cleaned the place in a while. He looked down on you, tilting his head. You had the blankets all over you while you rested on your belly, eyes completely closed. 

He raised a hand towards your face, under your nose, and his breathing stopped. Your breaths were slow, not even deep, and you were drooling, all over your pillow. He grabbed onto the edge of the blanket and Robin moved to stop him, yet he yanked it off. 

“Robin… call 911.”

But Robin was frozen as she looked at your frame, her lip starting to shake as she inspected your right hand. A hand that was holding something that looked empty. Something that she saw was half full the last time she came over.

That orange flask that contained your sedatives.

And you chugged them down with alcohol.

Steve was rubbing Robin’s back as she sobbed into her hands, hunched over the chair of the waiting room. Eddie was on her other side, his leg bouncing up and down as he bit his nails. One day he was laughing with everyone and now he is waiting for some good news regarding your health, someone he barely knows, yet he is worried shitless for.

Loud heels were heard across the hallway, a woman in her late 40’s, wearing designer clothes, looking rather stern as she got closer to the door of the room you are in. Her arms are crossed as she stands next to it, tapping her heel on the floor, catching the attention of the three people sitting on the chairs.

“Excuse me?” Robin’s weak voice called out and the lady snapped her head towards her with an eyebrow raised up.

“Yes?”

“Who are you?” 

“I am this girl’s mother. Who are you?”

And the three friends froze in their seats. It was your mother. The person you supposedly spent the holidays with, yet, she didn’t look concerned for you, but rather she looked angry, or disappointed.

“We– We’re her friends.” Robin replied with a small voice, because could she even say that? Do you deserve someone like her as a friend? Even as a partner? Someone who forgets what you told them almost a year ago? The woman scoffed, shaking her head.

“Friends? That is surprising. Were you there when she did this?” Her voice was cold, and anger started filling inside of Eddie’s chest. Why is she acting this way when her child is inside that room, fighting for her life? A life she almost took herself?

“N-No, we found her like that…” Robin looked back down again and Eddie could only look at her wrecked face with pity, yet, he could not comfort her. 

“I see. Did the doctor come out or something yet? I have somewhere to be, and I cannot waste my time on this. Not again.”

And the three sitting people shot up from their seats, all with alarmed looks on their faces.

“I’m sorry… again?” Robin asked, the answer scaring her yet she needed to know what it meant. She needed to know if she was an even more horrible person than she was ten seconds ago. Your mother scoffed, shaking her head again and Eddie’s hands turned into fists.

“It’s the third time. I already sent her to a psychiatrist, a mental hospital, and therapists, and yet she still tries. That girl has everything, and yet she always craves attention this way. I’m sick of it.”

And Robin wanted to puke, right then and there, while Steve looked at Eddie with tear-filled eyes and the metalhead could see how bad his friend felt. How evil he must feel. Steve gulped and looked back at your mother, clearing his throat to be able to talk.

“W-Why would she do this?” And your mother scoffed, looking for her phone in her purse as she talked.

“Just because I forgot about the holidays and her birthday. I already sent her a message apologizing and telling her she could ask for anything she wanted, but she went and did this.”

And Robin froze. 

Birthday. 

December 28th.

Your birthday. 

And she couldn’t handle it anymore, yanking herself away from Steve to rush towards the toilet. Steve called out to her, rushing to her aid as tears rolled down his cheeks and Eddie was frozen in place.

Not only did you spend the holidays alone, but you also spent your birthday by yourself, while they were all having fun in Hawkins, shooting fireworks and drinking alcohol to their heart's content. And you were alone, with a bottle of wine and instant noodles.

He was about to talk to your mother, about to insult her, to drag her on the floor, but the opening of the door in front of him made him stop in his tracks as the doctor walked out with a board in his hand.

“Okay, so, we got her blood cleaned up. It’s good that you caught her at such an early stage. Her vital signs look stable now, but she will have to stay here for a few days, two tops, so we can monitor her a bit more.” Your mother cleared her throat and the doctor looked up at her with a tilt of his head.

“So, she’s okay.” And there was such coldness in your mother’s voice that Eddie felt his vile rising in his throat. The doctor only sighed, taking his glasses off.

“She is, but we cannot overlook a suicide attempt. Does she have anyone to talk to? Maybe I can give you brochures for–”

“I already sent her to an institution once, but it didn't work. That child is an attention seeker, pay it no mind.” 

Eddie’s eyes were burning in anger at her words and the doctor looked as surprised and hurt as he did. He cannot bear to hear your mother’s words any longer, so little care, with lack of empathy and lack of love. He wondered how many things you endured with a woman like this in your life, and honestly, he was afraid of finding out.

“W-Well, since you’re the mother, maybe you should–”

“She is a grown woman now. She can make her own decisions as you can see. I shall not worry about her anymore.” And just like that, the heels echoed in the hallway once more and Eddie’s eyes were wide as he looked at her retreating figure. A mother leaving her child after they tried to end their life, like no care in the world, as if she hadn’t given them their life to begin with.

Three times? Three times she did this? Walking away from you? How could she call you an attention seeker? How could she even acknowledge something like that when you were screaming for help?

“Ahem.”

Eddie blinked as he looked towards the doctor who had a confused yet pained look on his face.

“She is awake if you want to see her. I assume you are a friend of hers?” 

Is he? He is not a friend, but you cannot be alone, not here, not right now. Robin is probably trying to breathe while Steve is comforting her, but maybe… Eddie knows you probably don’t want to see them either. None of that group. So he gave the doctor a nod, and he slowly opened the door of the white room.

His eyes scanned it, and finally, they landed on you. Your arms were connected to an IV and a blood transfusion bag, the heart rate monitor beeping right next to you as your back rested against the pillows, letting you sit on the bed. You looked emotionless. Eyes empty. Hand on each side of your body and Eddie knew your mind, your feelings, were completely shut off. 

He gulped with nerves and the door closed behind him, making him wince, but it alarmed you that someone came into the room, making you look up. Your eyes twitched in surprise, yet if you were, you didn’t express it, nor show it. 

“I guess you’re the one that found me?” Your voice was empty, with no tone, as if it were a recording or an AI robot. Eddie slowly nodded as he took a few steps toward the chair that was on the other side of the bed. 

“Robin and I found you.” You gave a slow nod, looking back down to your lap. He didn’t know what to say, he didn’t know anything about you but he feels like he should have. He cleared his throat to continue talking. “I, uh, liked the necklace you got me. Pretty metal.” He winced at his words because it was something he shouldn’t have brought up at all.

Your eyes raised to meet his, another nod going towards his way, diverting your eyes back to your lap. He looked around for a second, the nerves all over his body. He was almost trembling with the need to talk to you, but what can he say? What could be something you want to hear right now? And coming from him?

“Ask away.” He startled at your voice, jumping on his seat as he looked at you once more.

“What?”

“I know you want to ask. And maybe you can also help me by telling the rest about it and how I am not going to talk to them again.” You were still not looking at him and he cleared his throat as he felt his mouth going dry, but now he knew you weren’t going to talk to the others about this. The relationship is already broken inside of you.

“I– Okay, um… I guess the first question is, why?” He slowly asked, afraid of even being able to talk to you about this, but sometimes they say that a stranger is the best listener, and maybe Eddie was just that.

“Why… Only child, homeschooled all my life so no interaction whatsoever with the world, absent mother, holidays and birthdays by myself, father was never found. Need to say more?”

And shit, Eddie was not expecting that at all. You had been miserable from the very beginning, unwanted by your own mother, and now he realized how horrible you must have felt with the whole group. Your first ever friends and they forgot every single detail of you. How you never spent a holiday with people, and was so excited you even baked cookies to share and bought presents for a gift exchange, your first ever most likely, only to never happen.

And now, he realized that… His other friends do not deserve any kind of pity, or forgiveness.

“Okay, then… Why were you scared of me?” At his question, your eyebrow raised up, and turned your head to look at him.

“Is that what you thought?” You asked with complete confusion in her tone. He looked at you with his own frown, tilting his head.

“Well yeah, you avoided me like the plague…” And you looked up at the ceiling, closing your eyes, and shaking your head with a sigh.

“No. I don’t trust people easily as you can see.” You looked down at your lap once again and he wanted to sigh a little bit in relief at that, knowing that his clothes or his whole demeanor didn’t actually scare her. She was just shy and probably nervous.

“Right… Um, Robin and Steve are here as well, do you want me to–”

“No. I don’t want to see them.” And your words spoke for your pain, and Eddie was not going to argue against it. They honestly didn’t deserve your forgiveness or kindness, that much he knew, but he also felt guilty. Really guilty.

“I– I am sorry… I didn’t invite you because I really thought you hated me– and I took everyone away, I didn’t know any of this, I am so sorry if I knew–”

“You weren’t the one who forgot. You don’t know me, but they did.” He gave you a nod in understanding, yet the guilt is still lingering in his stomach. He cleared his throat and he wanted to ease the tension for you, to relieve the somber moment that filled the room.

“So uh, you knew I liked Metallica huh? Is it because of the hundreds of shirts that I own?” Your eyebrow raised at him and you turned to face him while he gave you a cheeky smile of his own. You squinted slightly at him, but a small tug on the corner of your lips gave you away.

“Well yeah, all the times I’ve seen you it was either Metallica or Black Sabbath. It had to be one of the two.”

“What if I only liked their logos, huh?” At that, you rolled your eyes at him, but he kept making jokes at you, and a giggle here and there could be heard in the room. 

Robin and Steve were hearing the both of you outside your room. They looked at each other for a minute before hesitantly walking away. Robin turned her head at almost every step, wanting to barge into the room to hug you, to say she was sorry. But she knew it meant nothing, not anymore, and not ever again.

What she did, what they did, cannot be fixed.

Eddie was lounging with his headphones on as he listened to music while resting against a tree trunk. He was bobbing his head as he wrote some lyrics on the notebook he had over his leg. For the past three days, he hasn’t heard of you. He tried visiting you yesterday only to find out you were discharged and he felt too embarrassed to just go to your apartment.

He had also distanced himself from the group. It didn’t sit right to be with people who could easily forget about something so important like a birthday. You didn’t have any social media, so the least they could do is put the birthday in their own cell phones, like Eddie did as soon as he left the hospital.

It’s not like he didn’t talk to them, he just made excuses when they asked to hang out with him. He just couldn’t shake off the bad vibes from it all. 

He looked up from his lap only for his eyes to bulge out of his skull as he saw you almost prancing in happiness while walking through campus. That’s a good sign, isn’t it? He immediately put his notebook into his backpack and pulled his headphones down, resting them around his neck. He got up, almost tripping as he did so, as he rushed towards you.

“Hey! Hey!” He yelled at you to catch your attention as he got closer. You turned to face him, still with a wide smile on your face.

“Hi, Eddie.” You were smiling, that’s good, that’s really good. He was almost breathing heavily from the run he just did. He wasn’t athletic and the smoking surely doesn’t do him any good.

“Yeah– I just– give me a minute.” He huffed as he tried taking a deep breath in, and you giggled motioning to him to sit on a bench near the both of you. You sat down as soon as he plopped down, taking another huff of air as he turned his head to look at you. “So, what got you all smiley?”

“Well, I just dropped out of college!” You announced with a smile and jazz hands, startling Eddie completely. His face was contorted in confusion and wonder.

“What? Why? You didn’t like what you were studying?” You shook your head as you looked at the horizon, not anything in particular.

“It’s just pointless now.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I’m going to California in three months.” Your head turned to look at him still with a smile on your face. “I’ve been offered P.A.S.” 

He frowned, not knowing what those syllables meant at all. He tried putting them together in his head but nothing was coming up.

“What’s that?”

And Eddie didn’t know why you opened up to him with that. He didn’t know why he didn’t care that you did. He didn’t know why this relationship between the two of you evolved in this manner, as quickly as it did… but he never expected to hear the response you gave him.

“Physician Assisted Suicide.”

And now, Eddie knew that term, and his eyes bulged out of his skull. You were… offered that? How can that happen? You had no health issues to go through something like that, so why would you consider that? Why would the doctors even consider that for you? His heart was just hammering in his chest as dread invaded his gut.

“W-What? Why– how?” He was speechless, not really knowing what he was asking or what he wanted to know at this point. He felt his gut turning at the information like he couldn’t believe someone as young as yourself could even consider that way out. 

“Well, it was due to all my medical records, be it psychological and physical. My mindset never changed.” Your gaze turned from him to nothingness once more. “I go, get help, only to get out and for everything to be the same. It never changes, because it was never me who had to change.”

Eddie slowly blinked at your wording and his eyes drifted to the sky as his thoughts raced through his mind. Can he even talk you out of this? How can he even do that? You seem happy, way too happy with this solution… You were excited.

“You’re not… scared?”

“No. Not at all. I am ready to go. My heart can barely handle it anymore.” And Eddie’s eyes turned towards the profile of your face. You had made your decision clear, and he wouldn’t be able to stop you now. No one can. The group was no longer part of your life, your mother didn’t care about your decision so it seems… and he is no one to stop you.

“Alright… You– um, what are you gonna do until… you know, then?” He asked and you smiled at him, grabbing your backpack to take out your notebook, and flipping a page to show him a list, which made him frown in confusion.

“These are things I never tried because the opportunity never presented itself. Before, I didn’t know–” You cut your voice short at what you were about to say, and then you continued. “Now that I know when it’s gonna happen, I don’t want to go with any regrets.” 

Eddie looked at the list, and he couldn’t believe… how trivial some of these things were. 

- Go to an amusement park

- Smoke a cigarette

- Buy a Barbie Dreamhouse

- Eat a cake for breakfast

- Get high

And then he saw more complicated ones.

- Go skydiving

- Learn to drive (or attempt)

- Try to skateboard

- Ride on a jet ski

- Attempt to make a rainbow cake

And so many more. You had filled an entire page with things you wanted to do and he looked up at you to see you looking up at the sky with a smile on your lips.

“I think I should get the Barbie Dreamhouse first. Oh, maybe get some alcohol, I never got fully drunk, but maybe tonight I can since I don’t have to wake up early anymore–” And you went on with your plans and Eddie was just staring at you as the thoughts ran through his brain.

Everyone else was walking all around the two of you, and nobody knew that you were going to die in three months. No one knew you had made an entire bucket list with things to do before going. No one knew about this decision of yours, and he wasn’t going to let you be alone in this. He doesn’t want you to live these last few weeks with no one at your side.

“You know, or I can make one of your wishes on the list come true.” Your head snapped towards him with a surprised look on your face.

“Oh, what?” And a smirk formed on Eddie’s lips.

“Getting high.”

“Did you prepare the pan?”

“Uh…” 

“Eddie!”

He immediately rushed to grab onto the pan as he burst into giggles thanks to the weed in his system. The munchies came to life with you two after smoking a whole joint from Eddie’s stash. You had the open bag of pizza rolls in your hands, the oven already turned on as you waited for Eddie to put some oil spray on the pan.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I just– I was stuck looking at the wall.” He simply replied to you, making you burst into laughter, trying not to let the pizza rolls fall to the ground. He followed you with chuckles as he sprayed the pan and handed it to you so you could throw the pizza rolls on it and then begin cooking them in the oven.

You were relaxed, that much Eddie knew, and he was smiling as you tip-toed in a dance towards your couch, plopping down. He followed soon after, sitting next to you. You giggled as you stared at the ceiling.

“I feel like I’m on a cloud.” Eddie stared at your profile for a while before he began talking once more.

“I wanna help.”

“Hmm?” You turned to face him still with a dopey smile on your face.

“I want to help you complete some things on your list.” 

And your smile fell as if becoming sober out of nowhere. Eddie then gulped but his resolution was already said and you moved uncomfortably in your place.

“You don’t have to pity me. I can do these–”

“No, you can’t. Learning to drive a car? How do you plan to do that?” At that, you opened and closed your mouth many times and then cleared your throat.

“An instructor!” Eddie rolled his eyes at that, and put his hand up, his fingers up.

“Getting drunk, you need supervision.” He put a finger down. “Going to a concert, you’re gonna get squashed.” He put another one down. “Playing Mortal Kombat, you need an enemy.” He put another and then you stopped him completely, shoving his hand down.

“Okay, okay, okay! I see your stupid point.” You sighed as you threw your head back against the headrest of the couch, looking at your ceiling. He knew you were overthinking it, but he honestly wanted to help you in any way he could. 

“C’mon, there are a few things in your list I am dying to try too. Like– Eating Argentinian food. I never tried that shit, I bet it’s fucking delicious.” You giggled at his expression and then nodded at him.

“Okay, fine. You can help. You will also help me bake that stupid rainbow cake I always wanted to try.” He laughed at that with a shake of his head.

“Another thing I never did in my life was bake. It’s gonna be a journey. Do you have insurance here? We might burn it all down.” At that you punched his shoulder lightly, causing him to laugh it out followed by your giggle. 

And what a journey it was gonna be.

“Seriously, YOU DIDN’T HAVE TO GET ME INTO THIS TOO!” Eddie almost screamed as he looked out the window of the helicopter with a frightened look on his face. Harnesses were all around his body, a man behind him strapping himself closer to Eddie’s back.

You were in front of him, holding your laughter as you held onto a handle on the side of the big machine that was now miles and miles above the ground. The helmets on both of your heads almost crushed your skulls but the protection was needed. Another man was strapping himself to you behind your back.

“Oh come on! You wanted to try new things!” You yelled at him so he could hear you over the loud sound of the helicopter.

“Yes! BUT NOT SKYDIVING! I WAS HAPPY TO WAIT FOR YOU WITH EARTH BENEATH MY FEET!” He yelled back and you were trying really hard to contain your laughter. Suddenly the big door next to the both of you slid open and the wind immediately pushed your body and Eddie’s back from the force but the guys remained still as they held onto the handles above the door.

“You guys ready!?” The one behind you asked and Eddie rolled his eyes behind the goggles.

“DO I HAVE A FUCKING CHOICE?”

“Nope.” The guy behind him said before jumping out with no warning, dragging Eddie with him, and then the guy strapped to you followed close behind. You were screaming your lungs out, and Eddie was shrieking. The adrenaline of falling was making him feel butterflies in his belly, almost making him feel sick.

He can hear you closer now and he raised his head to see you in front of him with your arms splayed out and reaching out for him. He could hear your laughter through your screaming and he reached out, fighting the strong wind, to finally lock his hands with yours as you two were freefalling towards the ground. 

He couldn’t help but smile and cheer out from how extreme the whole situation was. He didn’t know how you weren’t hungover, you had gotten yourself as drunk as possible yesterday night while dancing to his music. He showed you how to headbang properly, and he took care of you when you started letting the contents out in the toilet.

He held your hands as tightly as possible, your fingers intertwined with his, as you both yelled with excitement and fear as you plummeted down and down. You only separated when the men behind your backs tapped on your sides so they could pull the parachute open. 

Your bodies jerked as you started floating in the sky, and Eddie was left laughing as you both glided downwards towards the ground again. He could see the entire city and the fields as you both kept coming down. He turned his head to see you laughing as well, your head looking up at the sky in bliss and he felt his heart tug on him slightly. 

Once you two touched earth again, Eddie let the air out of his lungs with relief and the guy behind him unstrapped himself so Eddie could catch a proper breath, taking the goggles and helmet off. You followed a few seconds later, walking towards him with a smile on your face and taking your goggles off.

“It wasn’t so bad, was it?” You were breathing heavily and he scoffed at you with a shake of his head, flicking his fingers on your forehead.

“I won’t let you drag me into something like this ever again.” 

You laughed at him and you both walked back to Eddie’s van after you paid for the experience. You didn’t let Eddie pay at all, since you dragged him into it. He was going to invite you for dinner though, and you wanted McDonalds, so he was driving back towards town as you two talked in the van.

“So, you never told me about your parents.” You blurted out, catching him by surprise, but you were indeed right. He gripped his steering wheel a little tighter, but he kept a small smile on his face.

“Oh, where to begin? My mother died when I was young and my Father was… very abusive, and often dragged me into stealing with him. He got caught and he’s been in jail for a while now, he’s charged with robbery and homicide attempt.” He took a big gulp in as he kept driving, not used to letting people into his life in this way. “But, my uncle Wayne took me in at fifteen. He is the father figure my father failed to be.”

You were silent as you listened to him. He didn’t hear anything from you so he turned to face you, only to see you looking at him with tears running down your cheeks. He wondered what was going on in your head at that point. He was about to ask you what was wrong and you sniffled, wiping the tears away with the back of your hand.

“I’m– sorry, I shouldn’t have asked that.” You said regretfully and he instantly shook his head.

“No, no… don’t worry. I’m past it.” He was worried about what you were thinking about at the moment since you remained silent for a while.

“I’m a little jealous to be honest… You had someone that…” And he waited for you to continue, but when you didn’t, he pressed forward.

“Someone that what?”

“Wanted you.”

And his heart broke at that, immediately so, and he knew his eyes started burning from the incoming tears and he shook his head to keep focused on driving. You didn’t need him to cry, you didn’t need that. 

But should he tell you what he thinks? Should he tell you what has been on his mind for the past month that he helped you tick things off your list?

“I–”

“Oh! Before I forget–” You looked through your purse, pulling out your phone as you started scrolling, and he frowned as he tried to look at what you were doing and then back at the road. You giggled and moved away so he couldn’t see. “No peeking!”

“Oh come on, you can’t just do that and not expect me to be anxious!” He laughed as he kept his gaze on the road and then he saw light in his peripheral vision and he looked quickly to see you were showing your phone to him. He switched from the road and to your phone but he couldn’t quite read it. “What’s that?”

“You know how one of the things was to go to a concert?” He nodded and you giggled, putting your phone down again. “I got us two tickets to go see Megadeth!” 

His jaw could just fall from his skull at this point as he tried to focus on driving and not the shock from those news. Did you say Megadeth? Are you serious? Eddie has been dying to see them live but when he got into the virtual line they got sold out in just a few seconds. 

“What?!” He yelled and you kicked your feet on your seat as you stared down at the phone. He was speechless, a smile spreading on his face, only for it to fall back down. “Wait, do you even LIKE Megadeth!?”

“Well, I haven’t heard much, BUT YOU LIKE THEM, and I assumed that we should go to a concert we both can enjoy. I doubt you want to go to a Taylor Swift concert.” You replied with a wiggle of your eyebrows only for him to scoff.

“Taylor Swift has some sick songs. But– Yes, I do prefer Megadeth sweetheart.” He smiled widely at you and then looked back at the road, cheering as he hit the steering wheel with excitement. “Fuck yeah!”

You were laughing on the passenger’s seat and Eddie was smiling all the while as realization started to dawn on him that… he may like something more than Megadeth’s music.

It was a special kind of tune.

“Seriously, how long are you gonna take darling, we had to go like yesterday!” Eddie yelled with a pissed-off tone as he paced in your living room. 

“It’s my first time wearing something like this, it needs to be perfect!” He heard you yell from the bathroom and he sighed, but a smile was splayed on his lips. He was looking out the window as he waited for you in his Megadeth tank top with a black leather jacket on top. He heard the bathroom click open and he sighed in relief, turning around with a roll of his eyes.

“Finally–” And his breath was knocked out of his lungs. Your hair was messy, completely batted, wearing heavy black makeup on your eyes, strong lipstick on your lips, a black top with a black long-sleeved fishnet shirt on top, and then black leather pants below. You gave him a twirl and wiggled your eyebrows at him.

“So!? I had to look at a tutorial on YouTube to get this done, but I think I did pretty good–”

“You look beautiful.” And it was natural. It came out without doubt, without him thinking too much about it, and you were shocked, yet, he noticed how you diverted your gaze away from him, and he chuckled at how embarrassed you got from a compliment regarding your physique. 

“I– uh, it isn’t weird?” You asked and Eddie knew you felt a little self-conscious of how different you looked. But you were indeed beautiful, this just enhanced it in ways he didn’t think could be possible and he felt his knees bending for you.

“It isn’t darling…” 

There was a moment of silence between the two of you and Eddie could only stare at you as he walked closer to your frame. He saw how your shoulders went up and down a littler harder than before, signaling him that you were taking deeper breaths, maybe from nervousness, he didn’t know.

“Um–”

“Sweetheart…” You finally looked at him and he smiled, rolling his eyes. “Can we please go now!?”

And you giggled at him, the tension leaving the both of you as you made your way out to head to his van. 

The ride to the stadium was filled with music, mostly Megadeth which you started listening to since you showed Eddie the tickets three weeks ago. Today signaled the second month of you two completing your bucket list.

One more month to go.

And the concert was filled with screams and laughter from your part, Eddie protecting you from the people pushing against you, but you didn’t care, experiencing your first concert ever, and you wanted to share it with him. This was your first and last concert, and you decided it was gonna be Megadeth, for his taste.

“That was AWESOME! My neck needs ice from all the headbanging though.” You sighed as you two got back into the van after almost three hours of jumping around. Your make up was smudged, your hair looked a little sweaty, and your lipstick had washed away from the sweat, yet, you looked as beautiful as you did hours ago. Even before the makeup. Maybe even more.

“Hey, you were great for your first metal concert.” You giggled at his words and gave him a nod.

“I am a natural.” You smiled at him and he just kept staring at you, licking his lips as he looked down and then moved his whole body in order to face you. The nerves were almost killing him as he tried to formulate the following words.

“I uh– I can help you cross another thing off your list.” You tilted your head in question and you pulled out your notebook from the bag you left in the van with your bucket list and then a green highlighter. 

“What is it?” You smiled at him as you handed them to him and he scanned the whole list, looking for that one thing and when he spotted it, he felt his heart in his throat as he slowly showed it to you, pointing at the line.

Have the first kiss

You blinked once, twice, and then looked up at him with a confused frown in your eyebrows. He gulped loudly and he might have overstepped it, but he still waited for your response and he could see the incoming tears in your eyes as he felt his hands becoming sweaty.

“You– You don’t have to do that… I– You don’t have to do something you don’t want to–”

“I want to. I really want to.” 

He could see that you were nervous, looking everywhere but his face. You didn’t reject him. You were worried that he didn’t want to do this and felt pressured because of your list, and that was far from the truth. 

“I– How does this go?” And he wanted to smile at your innocence, but he felt sadness that you never experienced any kind of physical interaction in all your life. But he smiled anyway, in order to calm your nerves down. He raised his hand towards your cheek once you moved to face him in the passenger seat. Your breathing hitched at his touch, finally looking at him, directly into his brown eyes.

“Just close your eyes. You can tell me to stop whenever, I won’t pressure you, sweetness.”

And his voice was soft, and caring, his thumb smoothing your cheek in circles and when he saw you close your eyes, he took a deep breath in as he slowly leaned in. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears, the blood rushing to his head at a quick pace, but he had to focus. He knew his face was flushed, but he couldn’t help it.

He could smell your perfume still, despite all the jumping, all the sweat, it was still lingering on your body. He finally closed the gap between the two of you in a soft peck on the lips, staying there for two seconds before pulling away as a chill ran down his spine. He wanted to dive into it, take your lips completely, but he didn’t want to overstep. He opened his mouth to ask if you were okay, only to be surprised by your hands grasping his face, pulling him towards your mouth again.

He gasped into the kiss, and he took it as a sign that you wanted to know more, experience more, learn more. So he kissed back, his hand moving towards the back of your head in order to push you further into him as you two hovered over the console. He started to move his lips, slowly, and he felt you follow him, hesitant at first, maybe doubting what you were doing. 

He was having a hard time focusing on not letting his instincts take over, a very horrible time. This was a bad idea. This was a terrible fucking idea and he knew it, but he couldn’t help it. He needed to be the one to give this to you, because if someone else did… he wouldn’t be able to bear it. He didn’t want anyone close to you, not like this.

He felt your hands moving to the back of his head, your fingers digging into his curls, and he held a groan in, trying to not let it show how carnal he was becoming. He was nervous but he wanted to see if you wanted to take it even further, so he poked his tongue out, licking your bottom lip tentatively. 

He heard a gasp coming from you and he noticed that you didn’t get the idea of what he wanted to do, so he tried again, licking in between your bottom and top lip. You seemed to know what part comes next, so you slowly opened your mouth, and he met his tongue with yours, earning another gasp of surprise.

He wanted to know what thoughts were running in your mind right now as he kissed you. Did you feel the heat rising? Did you feel scared like he does? Did you feel happy? Confused? Nervous? What is going on in that head of yours?

He didn’t want to break it apart, he really didn’t, but it’s been minutes, and he didn’t want to overdo it at all, and he can’t hide his real feelings for much longer. He slowly pulled away from you, the smack of lips separating and vibrating all over the van. You two were breathing heavily as you stared into each other’s eyes.

“So? How was that for a first kiss?” He asked breathlessly and he could see something in your eyes that he couldn’t quite describe. It was a mixture of emotions, not one in particular, but he couldn’t pinpoint what it was. He was still holding onto your face, waiting on your response.

“It–” You opened your mouth to say something, only to shut it seconds after, and then a smirk appeared on your lips, pulling away from him to sit straight in the passenger seat. “I don’t know Munson, got nothing to compare it to.”

His mouth fell open, a laugh escaping his lips as he poked the side of your body, making a giggle escape your lips, flinching away from him as he kept poking you repeatedly. 

Yeah… your laugh was better than any song out there.

Five days.

Five days and you were leaving.

And it’s not like you were going to come back. You weren’t going to in any shape or form.

Eddie was lounging on your couch as you put things in cardboard boxes. Things you wanted to donate since you weren’t going to need them any longer. He closed his eyes tightly, his heart aching and wanting to stop you, to yell at you that you didn’t have to do this, not anymore. 

“Okay, I think I’m done for today. You sure you don’t want any of this?” You asked him and he felt as if a knife was stabbed into his throat. He wanted to cry like he had been doing alone at night whenever he went to bed. Sleepless nights were plagued by the thought of not seeing you anymore, of not being able to hug you, of not being able ever to cuddle you like he wanted. 

“Yeah, pretty sure.” He didn’t want to sound bitter or angry, but he couldn’t hide it. You didn’t acknowledge it of course, so you shrugged, closing the box and standing up from the floor before heading to your room. 

He stared at your open door, needing to hype himself up. If it’s not now, he won’t have the chance to do it again. He needs to kiss you once more, he needs to hold you close, he needs to show his feelings through actions.

So he stood up and slowly walked towards your room. You were cleaning up your closet, looking through your shirts. He watched you move through your room, and he looked over to your desk, seeing the almost completed bucket list. Some were just impossible to complete, like riding a kangaroo, but there was a particular one that he wanted to fulfill, and not because it was on the list.

If this was the only chance he could do it, he would take it. You noticed his presence when you turned around with a shirt on your hand and saw him looking at your notebook. You tilted your head to the side as his fingers trailed one particular line that was yet to be highlighted.

“Eds? What’s wrong?” Your voice held worry as you put the shirt back in the closet and Eddie turned his head up to look at you. He turned to close the door behind him, to face you again, taking a few steps forward to stand in front of you.

“I saw one more thing on the list… a thing I want too.” His voice was small, lacking confidence, filled with nerves, but he needed this. He needed you. He hoped he wasn’t getting this wrong, because ever since that kiss the two of you stole glances from one another, laughter as friends turned into flushed giggles. 

“And what is that?” You asked with a frown on your eyebrows, in question. He wrapped an arm around your waist, flushing your body to his, his breath most likely hitting your face as he felt your shoulders move even quicker than before, signaling him you were taking fast breaths.

“Do you trust me on this?” You stared up into his eyes for a full five seconds before slowly nodding at him. He lifted his other hand to cup your face in his palm, and he leaned down to take your lips with his. 

Electricity ran through his body, and he wanted to smile, he wanted to cry, he wanted to yell, he wanted to rip and break the walls, he needed to destroy something, he needed to hug someone, he needed comfort but he also needed the rage. 

Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, holding onto him as your lips moved together, soon tongues intertwining as the seconds passed, and your breathing turned jagged as you pulled away for some air. Eddie leaned down to kiss your jaw, startling you, to then move downwards towards your neck, planting soft kisses onto your skin.

A gasp escaped your lips at the sudden sensation, new, raw, and Eddie felt you shiver under his touch, but instead, you were gripping his shoulders in order to pull him closer as the hand that was on your waist started sneaking under the hem of your shirt so he could touch your skin. 

“Eddie…” It was a partial moan, but he took it as a green light, moving you towards the bed so he could lay you down but before he crawled on top of you he took the chance to take his jacket off, throwing it across the room, not caring where it landed. 

If this was going to be the only time to have you like this, he would make sure to make you feel like the most adored person in the world. He will make sure of it. Even as your moans filled the room, he couldn’t help but want to record them, knowing he won’t ever hear them again.

And that line was highlighted in green when you both woke up the next morning.

Make love

He didn’t want to look at you. 

He couldn’t.

The sun was shining through your curtains as you walked around the apartment with the small carry-on waiting for you at the front door. The past few days the two of you dipped into the sheets, all day, cooking when necessary only to return to bed. 

He really wanted to cry and yell, and he almost left in the middle of the night in order to not see this day. In order to just run away from the fact this was your last hour with him, and you had asked him to take you to the airport. He can ditch you, tell you he wasn’t going to do it, that you could get a cab. 

But he couldn’t do it. His heart was ripping out of his chest at every step you took in your apartment, the seconds ticking closer and closer to the departure of your plane. A plane with no return at all. A one way ticket. 

He looked around your apartment, and boxes of stuff that you wanted to donate surrounded him, as well as bags of your clothes. You told Eddie that he was the only one in your will. That fact broke him to the core, knowing that you were leaving everything to him, but the only thing he wanted was you, and you were going to leave him. 

He didn’t want your pans, your apartment, your cutlery, your game consoles, or TVs. He wanted you, and only you. He didn’t notice that his tears were falling down his face as the lump in his throat became bigger and harder to swallow at every gulp he tried to take. 

“Okay, I think I’m–” You stopped on your tracks when you saw his profile, noticing the tears, your eyes widening as you approached him, your hands cupping his cheeks for him to look at you. “What’s wrong?”

“You’re leaving me.” He wasn’t going to hold back his feelings anymore. He showed you through his actions, but he never said them out loud, and the least he can do is let you know this.

“What–”

“I love you.” Your eyes widened and your mouth hung open at his confession, but Eddie didn’t stop talking. “You’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met, and fuck, you need to know how much I fucking want you.”

You were stunned into the ground and that’s when Eddie turned to look at you, only to see tears running down your face as you covered your mouth, taking steps away from him.

“You– You can’t say that to me, not now. Please– Please– not now.” You were choking into your sobs as he stood in front of you, coughing to be able to speak.

“I– I want you to stay… Please, don’t take that flight… I beg of you, please, stay with me…” His lip was trembling as he felt nausea fill his stomach, taking a few steps towards you as the crying finally was heard through the apartment.

“I– I don’t need your pity! I– I am happy I am doing this! You’re lying in order for me to stay, and I’m not going to buy it!” You yelled through your sobs, and Eddie felt his chest ripping open at your thoughts.

“I am not lying! I am in love with you! Why can’t you believe that!?” He was screaming now, trying to get his point across but you also didn’t back down, yelling back to him with the same confusion, with the same anger, with the same sadness.

“Because how can I trust that!? How can I trust you!?” And Eddie grabbed you onto your shoulders, squeezing you tightly in order for you to look at him and not run away. His eyes were on fire as he gazed at you through his tears.

“Trust me just like you trusted me to hold your hair back when you got too drunk and you were in the toilet! Trust me just like you trusted me to teach you how to drive! Trust me just like you trusted me to protect you in your first night club outing! Trust me just like you trusted me when I made love to you!” 

And the screaming ceased, eyes locked into one another’s, tears still streaming down, never stopping, heavy breathing trembling against every wall. You were shaking under his touch, your lips trembling as your hands shook on your sides while he still gripped onto your shoulders. You opened your mouth to talk once more, your voice small, broken.

“You… One day you will get tired of me, but you will feel bad for leaving me, so you won’t… I can’t– I can’t chain you like that–” Your voice was breaking his heart, even more than before, and he shook his hair desperately as he let go of your shoulders so he could grab your hands and hold them with his, getting closer to you.

“No, no… I won’t ever get tired of you… Not you, not in a million years…”

“Eds…”

“Please… Please don’t go… Please, trust me.” 

You sobbed a gulp of air and you raised in order to give him a soft kiss on the lips. His breathing hitched at it, but kissed you back, dread filling his core, every vein, every blood cell instantly freezing at what the future will hold, of what this kiss meant. You pulled away with a small smile on your face. Small, authentic, yet sad.

“I love you, Eddie… I’m sorry…”

And your flight took off that day.

“Mr. Munson…”

“Mr. Munson…”

“Mr. Munson!”

Eddie jolted in his seat as he put his wallet down to look up at his group of students. Gregory was raising his hand and Eddie pointed at him so he knew he was acknowledged.

“Sorry, I got lost in my thoughts. What’s wrong Mr. Gill?” He asked and his student asked something about the textbook they were all reading. His college students. He began explaining the paragraph that seemed like a puzzle to students from the book “Down the Rabbit Hole”.

He graduated in Psychology three years ago. He was offered a job as a professor in the same college he graduated from, and he was more than happy to pass his knowledge to other students to help them understand how the brain works, and the many branches that can come out of it after every single situation in life. Traumatic or not.

Once his students went back to reading, he grabbed onto his wallet again, looking inside to see a picture of you and him, completing one of your bucket list’s objectives. 

Go to an amusement park and get pictures taken in a photo booth. 

He chuckled as he remembered that outing, how you had screamed at your first ride on a roller coaster.

He became friends with Steve once again but was still not fond of the rest of the group. The only reason he got close to Steve again was because he was also a teacher in the same college. He was a professor in physical trauma, so, in their breaks, they would smoke together as they walked through campus. 

The bell rang and it was time for him to finally head home after a long day of having four classes in the day. He grabbed his suitcase, hoping no student would stop him on his way out and gladly it never happened. His hair is still the same length, but he is always using a ponytail or a bun on his head. 

He has heard rumors that people always gossip about him, asking if he was single, or what was his life like outside college. He shrugged the comments away as they weren’t important at all. He just came to work and that’s it.

He got into his car, a black jeep he saved a year for in order to buy it. He missed the van, but he had to upgrade it once and for all. His van was a little old so replacement parts were a bitch to get. He turned on his car and then started his drive back to his home, a two-story house. It wasn’t big or luxurious, but it was his home.

He sighed in relief as he opened the door, throwing his suitcase on the couch after slamming the door closed. He cracked his neck a few times before taking his blazer off and then his tie, unbuttoning the first two buttons of his shirt and opening the cuffs at the end of the sleeves. He groaned with satisfaction as he sniffed the air.

He smiled as he walked towards his kitchen, leaning against the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest, his teeth showing into a massive grin. 

“Hi baby.” You smiled widely at him as you took the pan out of the oven, filled with cookies that were freshly baked. He walked towards you, his hand stretching out in order to grab a cookie, only for it to get slapped away by you. “They’re hot!” 

“I am strong, I can handle a little bit of burning.” He grinned down at you, leaning down to give you a soft kiss on the lips in greeting. “Were my princesses hungry for cookies?”

“Are you talking to me or…” He chuckled at the pout on your face and he bent down to kiss the big bump on your belly, standing up straight later on, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close to him.

“Those two are my princesses, you, my love, are my queen.” You rolled your eyes at his antics but you giggled either way. He gave you a smooch on the cheek, making you laugh, trying to push him away. He spotted something on the kitchen counter, pulling away from kissing you and getting the item in his hand.

“Oh! Yeah, Chrissy gifted that! She said–” Eddie laughed as he looked at you and then putting the two pink pacifiers that you can put flavored ice in so they can chew and help with the heat.

“Another gift!? Damn, she really wants to be the godmother of one of our princesses huh.” You pushed onto his shoulder with a pout on your bottom lip.

“Hey, she is going to be the best aunt.” Eddie nodded at that and he really wasn’t angry at Chrissy. You met her after you moved out of your apartment to go to Eddie’s. She was moving in at the same time you were, and you two helped each other in bringing the boxes in. 

Yes, your flight took off that day… Without you in it.

You stayed with him, wrapped in his arms as you cried, not being able to stop as your feelings confused you, scared you, your mind a jumbled mess but Eddie held you through it. Eddie wasn’t going to let you go, never, and he promised it, over and over again into your ear, hoping it stuck to your brain.

“Oh no baby, I don’t doubt that.” He smiled at you as you started taking the cookies off the tray, taking care of your hands so that you don’t burn yourself. Eddie just stared at you with adoration in his eyes, as if you held the entire world in your hand, and you did. You are his world. You are everything.

You turned to look at him, raising an eyebrow in question, wondering if he was scheming something that you didn’t know about.

“Now, what is going on in that mind of yours Munson?” He found it ironic that you can easily ask that question to him when he wanted to ask that to you many times before. He smiled at you, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, his hands resting below your bump, holding onto it as he felt his two daughters moving inside of you.

“I just love you Mrs. Munson…” You turned your head to give him a soft kiss on the cheek, before focusing once again on the cookies.

“And I love you.”

After a moment of silence, he pressed a soft kiss on the side of your neck, surprising you, yet a giggle escaped your throat.

“Thank you.” That confused you, turning your head to look at him and he was already smiling fondly at you.

“For what?”

“For trusting me.”

The end.

a/n: this story explores the idea of death, the idea of being ready to receive it with open arms, with a rational head. But it also explores the fact that things get better if you meet the right people. It might not be now, it might not be tomorrow. It might take years for you to do so, and people in your life will come and go.

But there will always be that one person. And that is all you will ever need.

Taglist of people I mentioned this to: @littlesubbyflower @munson-blurbs @andvys

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[ghostofhyuck]

Taguan ng Anak series 3

Ex-lovers! Jeno and reader

Summary: On the first sunrise of the year, you met again the person who you loved the most that he completely destroyed you.

Oh right, and he’s the father of the unknowingly twins that he befriended.

cw: mentions of pregnancy.

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No one appreciates winter at the beach as much as Jeno.

His camera sat idly on his hand, waiting for the sun to rise. It was the first sunrise of the year, and Jeno made sure that he’ll watch it somewhere unique. Jeno searched on Naver just to look for a hidden beach that’s not crowded with people during the winter season.

The place was beautiful. The resthouse that he booked was clean and suits his taste. There were only a few people around the area but he heard that the room next to his was rented too, he guessed that he’s not the only one who went to watch the sunrise there.

It was ten minutes till sunrise, Jeno patiently sat on the sand, looking at the old photos on his camera. He couldn’t help but smile as he saw photos of his family, his cats, and even his friends. Jeno enjoys taking pictures in his spare time, a small hobby that he grew to love outside his busy job as a nurse.

“Hey! I told you not to throw sand on me!”

“You did it first!”

“I didn’t! And addressed me as your ‘noona!’ I’m much older!”

“No! We’re only five minutes apart!”

Jeno couldn’t help but glance at the noise that sort of destroyed his peace. He saw two kids nearby, fighting. Jeno crunches his forehead, who the hell leaves their kids unsupervised? He looks around and sees that it’s just him and the two kids, as much as he wants to mind his own business, Jeno couldn’t help but overhear their conversation.

“Yah! The sun is near! Where’s our phone?”

“I told you to get mama’s phone!”

“Her phone’s still charging,”

“You drained its battery playing games again! How can we take photos of the sunrise now!?”

“Hey you two!” Jeno shouted, standing up from his place. He quietly patted the sand from his pants and approached the two kids.

“We’re sorry for being noisy,” the girl immediately said, bowing her head. Her younger brother immediately followed. Jeno stops, surprised to see how the kids’ attitudes changed immediately.

Jeno chuckles, “hey, you guys did disturb me, but it’s fine. I heard you two wanted pictures of the sunrise, I’ll give you some.”

“Really!? Thank you uncle!” the girl exclaims, bowing once again which her younger brother imitated.

“No worries kids, come on, let's watch the sunrise together,” Jeno smiles.

“Thank you uncle!” they both said once again.

Somehow, Jeno feels lighthearted around them. He couldn’t help but feel like there’s something that connects him to the two of them. Jeno couldn’t point it out and tries to ignore the fact that the boy looks like a splitting image of him.

“There’s no way,” he couldn’t help but laugh. Trying to erase his imaginative mind and instead, focused on the golden sky in front of them. The kids were behaving well beside him, Jeno could only hear small gasps as the sun rose slowly. He took pictures of the scenery and the kids too. Jeno wanted to make sure that the kids can bring home some good memories.

“Thank you uncle for taking pictures of the sunset!” the younger girl said. “Mama would like this!”

“Oh really? Where’s your mom?” Jeno asked. Looking around and still seeing that it’s just the three of them around the area.

“She’s in the resthouse sleeping! She said that she’ll watch the sunrise with us but she overslept!” the younger boy explains with a pout.

“But, but! That’s because she spent the night finishing her draft, you know that Hiro!” the girl explains.

“Yeah, but this is our vacation! Why is she working anyway,” the boy scratches his head.

Jeno couldn’t help but laugh, “by the way, I don’t know your names yet, can you tell me?”

“Oh! We’re —”

“Yoomi! Hiro! Where are you two!?”

“Mama!” Jeno stopped his tracks when the kids passed by him and went to the voice that called them.

“Oh dear, I was worried!? What if a bad guy stole you two from me!?” Jeno turns around and becomes dazed to see you with the kids hugging your legs. You were so worried that you didn’t even notice Jeno. you were trying to check the twins if there was anything that happened to them.

“It’s okay mama! There’s this good-looking uncle who took photos for us!” Yoomi excitedly said.

“She’s right mama! There’s uncle!” Hiro shouted, pointing at Jeno.

And in a second, your world stopped. He approaches you casually so that you didn’t realise that you were frozen from where you are standing.

“Jeno…” you mumbled.

“It’s been a long time huh?” He greets you with a bitter tone.

“Yeah, it’s been a long time since…” you don’t want to finish your sentence, knowing how fresh it was still to you when was the last time you saw Jeno.

You met Jeno right after graduation. Right when you’re just trying to be stable in your life. To make it short, he was the best and the worst thing that ever happened to your life.

It’s not like he’s a bad guy but the timing was wrong. You two never passed the honeymoon phase so things went rough with you being a starving artist while Jeno struggled to survive med school, complications arose from the shared apartment. Small misunderstanding and fights did occur, no one wants to lower their pride.

At the same time, both of you crave for each other, for each other’s touch and kisses. Most of your arguments will end up in bed. The two of you think that most of your fights were resolved after sharing intimacy, and the day will go back to normal as if both of you weren’t mad at each other.

But then came the huge fight between you two, you barely recall what was the starting point of the fight but all you know is that both of you were tired. So the two of you called it quits. The next day, you moved out of the apartment, leaving Jeno alone.

You know that relationships fail and you just have to pick yourself again to start over again. Well that didn’t happen to you after you broke up with Jeno. Especially when he left you not only with one, but two kids to carry. And with a little pride left to you, you returned to your hometown and raised the kids on your own until you were ready to settle and create your own career once again.

You didn’t hold any resentment against your children, but of course, there’s a part of you who wished that you had kids when you’re ready. You had choices too, but a part of you held onto that thought that the twins remind you so much about the person whom you loved so much that it completely destroyed you.

But it was all in the past now. You’re a rising writer and at the same time an editor at a well-known publishing company. Your schedule’s a bit hectic but you were able to raise the twins with love and care.

“You didn’t tell me,” Jeno said with a serious tone.

After that awkward greeting, the kids begged you to have Jeno come over to your place so that he can give them the pictures. Turns out it was you who rented the room next to his.

“How did you know?”

Jeno raised an eyebrow, “come on now, Hiro looks like me when I was young.”

You stayed quiet and could only look at the half glass of cold water in front of you, “If I told you, would things be different?”

“What do you mean?”

“Jeno I’m scared, you know how toxic we were back then, if I had returned to you and told you that I was pregnant, would it change a thing?”

Jeno became quiet, not knowing what to say. You were right, would things change if you went back to him? It never crossed his mind about having a family and kids; both of you are not ready during that time.

But it crossed his mind the thought of you raising two babies alone. You explained to him that you asked help with your parents and siblings but still, Jeno couldn’t help but feel guilty at what you’ve been through.

You two fought a lot and Jeno knows how toxic you two back then, but a part of him wished that he hadn’t engaged with those petty fights, he wished that he could’ve been more mature and see that relationships will always not be rainbows and sunshines.

He wishes that he could’ve been more understanding, and that he should’ve made your relationship with him work rather than making it worse.

“You’re right, things might’ve been worse too,” Jeno could only mutter. “I’m just — we were immature and I had some faults too, I’m sorry for everything.”

“I’m sorry too, maybe the timing wasn’t right,”

“Do you think that the timing’s right now?”

You became quiet. You saw how Jeno looks at you with sincerity.

“You’re being straightforward,” you comment.

“I know and it’s all of the sudden,” he lets out a sigh. “But I am still the twin’s father, I want to help you on raising them. Listen, it doesn’t need for us to be together again, I just want to be a father to my kids.”

His kids. It’s so fitting to him. Something inside of you jumped when he told you those words. But you couldn’t help but fear that things might not work again. You’re afraid that you’ll let him enter your life again — only for you to be disappointed that the two of you are just never meant to be.

“I…Jeno, I —”

“I know, I’ll give you time to think,” Jeno quietly says. He then taps something on his phone, making your phone’s ringtone to chime.

“Seems like your phone number hasn’t changed,” he then stands up. “I’ll be going now, if the twins want to see me, they can just knock next door.”

As you hear the door closed, you couldn’t help but exhale loudly. It felt like a thick thorn had been removed from your heart after that conversation with Jeno. You have a lot of things to consider but for now, you could only look at the message Jeno has sent you.

No, it was a picture. It was Yoomi and Hiro together. Both of them are smiling widely and behind them was the first sunrise of the year. You couldn’t help but shed a tear, imagining what their reactions would be if you told them that it was their father who took photos of them.

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[waitimcomingtoo]

The Great War

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Synopsis: Peters double life causes serious strain on your relationship

Masterlist

Peters's knuckles were bruised like violets when walked into campus one chilly Monday morning. He flexed his aching hands a few times before hiding them in his pockets so no one could see them. He sat beside you in his morning lecture class and cupped your face to kiss you hello, momentarily forgetting about his bruised knuckles.

“Oh my God. What happened to you?” You gasped and took Peters hand.

“Huh? Oh that? I, uh, I fell.” Peter quickly lied and withdrew his hand.

“You fell? On your knuckles?” You laughed in confusion. Peter began to panic when he saw the skeptical look on your face.

“Yeah. It’s this technique I learned online. Instead of using your hands it break your fall, you use your knuckles. Its better for your wrists since they won’t feel the impact. It’s called the Donkey Kong.“ Peter exclaimed as his eyes darted to the side. You gave him a strange look before taking his hand to look at his knuckles again.

“I don’t know, Petey. These are really bruised. It looks like you punched someone. Like, a bunch of times. Just a rain of punches. Over and over. Like this.” You said as you punched the air back and forth as if you were fighting someone. Peter felt his face get hot as you described exactly how he had gotten those bruises.

“What? What situation would I be in that I would be doing something like that? That’s crazy? What a silly girl you are. A real silly Billy.” Peter laughed nervously as he tried to deflect you. It backfired as his odd behavior only made you more suspicious.

“You okay?”

“I’m great. I gotta go study for my gym test. Love you. Bye.” Peter quickly kissed you before running away. As much as he hated lying to you, he knew he had to do it to conceal his double life. But lately, it was getting harder and harder to keep you in the dark about his Spiderman duties. You were growing more and more suspicious of his behavior, all while Peter was feeling more and more guilty about lying to you.

You were in Peters bedroom a few days later with open textbooks and notes all around you. You were supposed to be studying for an upcoming exam together but Peter could barely focus on anything but the fuzzy little shorts you had on. He knew you were freezing but wanted to wear them anyway because you thought the snowflake pattern was cute, and that made it all the more adorable to him.

“Why is it so cold in here?” You asked and rubbed your hands together.

“Oh, thanks for asking. It’s because my landlord hates us.” Peter said with a cheery smile. You laughed at him before getting off his bed to go to his closet.

“Is it okay if I grab a sweatshirt?” You looked over your shoulder at him as you opened his closet doors. Peter saw his Spiderman suit hanging right in the middle of his closet and felt the color drain from his face.

“Don’t in there!” He exclaimed as he spun you around and shut the closet doors behind him. You gave him a strange look and Peter immediately regretted his reaction.

“Sorry. It’s just really messy in there and I don’t want you to see it.” Peter lied.

“Oh. Okay.” You nodded but didn’t sound like you believed him. Peter grabbed a hoodie off the back of his desk chair and weakly held it out to you.

“Here. And if you’re still cold, we could get under the covers.” Peter said with a cheeky smile.

“I like the sound of that.” You smiled in return before leaning in to kiss him. Peter slipped an arm around your waist and easily lifted you off the ground. He brought you over to his bed and laid you down on it without ever breaking the kiss. You made out on his bed for a little while until something out the window caught your eye.

“Oh no. it snowing?” You asked and sat up a little. Peter pulled his curtain back and saw the flurry of snowflakes being lit up my the streetlights.

“Oh yeah. It is.”

“Ugh. Now I have to walk home in the snow.” You groaned and flopped back down onto his pillow.

“No way. I can’t let you do that. I’ll steal Mays car keys and drive you home.” Peter offered and he laid down on top of you and rested his chin on your chest. You started to play with his curls until an idea came into your mind.

“Or I could just sleep over.” You timidly suggested. Peters heart began to beat in his chest as he picked his head up to see if you were serious.

“Really? You want to?” He asked hopefully.

“Yeah. I want to.” You nodded before pulling him back down into a kiss. You started to make out again, tugging off articles of each others clothes every now and then. Peter slipped his finger through yours and squeezed your hand as he deepened the kiss. He knew that you sleeping over for the first time meant it would be the first time for something else too and he couldn’t contain his excitement. He smiled against your lips but was suddenly disturbed by his police radio going off. Peter jumped off of you and threw a pillow at it before you could hear the crime it had picked up on.

“What was that?” You wondered.

“It’s my birth control alarm. I’ll be right back.” Peter quickly got off of you, grabbed his police radio, and bolted to the bathroom. Once he was inside, he sat on the toilet and turned the volume down so that he could hear what was going on.

“We need all units, I repeat we need all units on the corner of 22nd and 13th Ave. We have reports of an ongoing bank robbery. Possible hostages inside.” Peter heard over the radio. He hung his head in defeat before getting up to look in the mirror.

“Okay Parker. You could lose your virginity tonight or you could go save New York. Which is it?” He asked his reflection. He stared at himself for a long time but couldn’t decide.

“Why should I have to go? The police probably have it covered. Besides, I have a beautiful girl in my bed right now who is expecting mediocre sex right now that only I can deliver.” He reminded himself. As much as he wanted to believe that, he couldn’t help but feel guilty about not going to stop the robbery.

“I’m a good little boy. I get good grades. I’m nice to old people. I respect women. And I protect New York every single day. I can take one night off. I deserve to get laid tonight.” He decided. He slapped his cheeks a few times to psyche himself up and was about to leave the bathroom when he thought of the night Ben died. It had happened because of a robbery and tonight, Peter had the opportunity to stop anyone else from losing an uncle the way he did. He looked at himself in the mirror again and sighed.

“Not tonight, kid. The only way you’re getting laid is if you crawl up a chickens ass and wait.” He made his final decision before leaving the bathroom. You were sitting up on his bed in your bra and sweatpants with hair still messy from Peters hands. It took everything in Peters power not to jump right back into the bed with you and ignore the radio, but he knew he’d never be able to live with himself if he did.

“Is everything okay?” You asked when you noticed his face.

“I’m sorry, lover. I don’t think you should sleep over tonight.” He said as he looked at the ground in shame.

“Oh. You don’t want me to?” You asked and Peter could hear the disappointment in your voice. He watched you sheepishly reach for your discarded shirt and pull it over your head, making him feel even worse.

“Of course I do. Trust me, it’s not you. It’s me. There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you.” He said as his eyes flickered over to his closet. If he pulled his suit out and told you he had to go stop a bank robbery, you would understand why he was kicking you out.

“I…I’m…” He continued to look at his closet as he struggled to get the words out. He sighed in defeat after a minute and looked at the ground.

“I’m a bed wetter.” He lied, immediately squeezing his eyes shut in regret.

“Oh. Really?” You asked in concern as you got off his bed.

“Yeah. It’s chronic. I have to sleep on plastic sheets and everything. And I just don’t want to risk you getting peed on.” He continued to lie, feeling worse about it with every word he said.

“Have you seen a doctor about it? Is it an anxiety thing?”

“Yeah. It’s been happening the last couple of years.”

“You mean since Ben passed?” You said sympathetically and put your hands on Peters shoulders to comfort him. He could barely believe that you not only believed his lie, but were helping it sound more believable.

“Yeah. The doctor said that’s the most likely cause.” He nodded his head without looking at you.

“Oh, honey.” You said quietly as you pulled him into a hug. Peter felt horrible for accepting your comfort after lying to you. He expected you to laugh at him, but you were nothing but understanding and somehow that made lying feel so much worse.

“Thank you for sharing that with me. I’m sure it wasn’t easy.” You said once you pulled out of the hug.

“You have no idea.” Peter mumbled and felt a knot in his stomach.

“I should probably get going before the snow gets worse.” You said with a sad smile. Peter sighed and wanted nothing more than to tell you to stay.

“Yeah. I could walk you?”

“That’s okay. I’ll be fine.” You gave him a tight smile as you put on your jacket. He could tell you were disappointed that you hadn’t gone all the way tonight and he felt just as upset about it. It was times like these that he resented the night he was bitten and wished he could just be a normal person.

“Okay, love. Get home safe.”

“I always do.” You said before kissing him goodbye.

Peter sighed and stressfully tugged at his hair once you were gone. He could feel the strain he was putting on your relationship and worried how much more of this you could take. Even though he was going through something and needed to think things through, he put on his Spiderman suit and swung out to the crime scene.

Peter was relived when you invited him over the next night to hang out at your apartment. You told him your mom was off at some company holiday party so you would have the apartment to yourselves for the evening. You put on a festive movie and watched the first 15 minutes before climbing into Peters lap to kiss him. You made out on your couch until your phone buzzed on the couch, interrupting the moment.

“Hang on. It’s my mom.” You said as you read the text.

“How’s her office party going?” Peter asked as he drummed his fingers on your waist.

“Good. But she said there’s no cabs so she’s gonna sleep over a friends house tonight. She won’t be back until dinner time tomorrow.”

“Really? So you have the place to yourself tonight?”

“No. We have the place to ourselves.” You smiled as you dropped your phone on the couch.

“Well. What should we do?” Peter played dumb as he slipped a hand behind your head to pull you closer.

“I have no idea.” You replied before closing the gap between you and kissing him again. Your make out session resumed and Peter was room gripping the seat of the couch as you trailed kisses down his neck.

“Stay the night.” You said between kisses. Peter found himself nodding before he realized what he was doing. He pulled away from the kiss and let out a deep sigh, knowing he had to disappoint you again.

“I can’t. I’m a bed wetter, remember?” He said and sat back on the couch.

“It’s okay. Just don’t drink anything else tonight and pee before you go to sleep.” You said as you climbed back into his lap and started to trail kisses down his neck. Peter clenched his fist as you made it harder and harder to leave you.

“I’ve tried that. I’ll still pee.”

“I’ll take the chance.” You said and pulled him into another kiss. Peter could feel himself getting sucked in and knew he had to stop before he ended up staying the night. He pulled away to tell you he had to go, but you spoke before he got a chance to.

“I just want to know what it’s like to fall asleep in your arms and wake up next to you. Don’t you want that?” You whispered against his lips.

“More than anything.”

“Good. Plus if you stay, we could…” You trailed off and leaned down to kiss him again. Peter kissed you back and temporarily forgot all about his responsibilities as Spiderman. He was somehow presented with another opportunity to go all the way with you and knew he couldn’t disappoint you like he did last time.

“Please stay.” You whispered against his mouth. Peter looked at you and was nearly about to give in, but knew he couldn’t live with himself if he stayed the night and something ended up happening that he wasn’t there to stop.

“I want to stay. You have no idea how much I want to stay. But I just can’t.” He told you. You nodded your head in disappointment and slid off his lap to sit beside him on the couch. There was an awkward silence between the two of you as neither knew what to do now. Finally, Peter turned his head so that he could look at you.

“I know I can’t stay the night, but we could still…” He trailed off and gave you a knowing look.

“I’m really tired actually. I think I’m gonna go to sleep.” You said and got off the couch. Peter sighed and hung his head in defeat, knowing he had once again blown it with you. He stood up and pulled you into a hug, trying to silently convey an apology.

“I would stay if I could.”

“Yeah, I know.” You replied, but he knew you weren’t convinced.

“Goodnight. I love you.” He said weakly as you trudged towards your bedroom.

“Love you too.” You replied and shut your door behind you. The absence of the “I” was not lost on Peter as he got up to leave. He gave your door one last look before going out into the cold.

When Peter saw you on campus the next day, he went up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. He rested his head on your shoulder and pressed a kiss to your neck, feeling you relax in his arms.

“I’m sorry about last night.” He mumbled in your ear.

“No, Peter, I’m sorry. I was upset that you left but I wasn’t even thinking about how you felt. I’m sure it’s hard for you to sleep outside of your own bed with your condition and I definitely didn’t make it any easier. And I’m also sorry if you felt pressured to, you know…”You said with an embarrassed smile.

“I didn’t feel pressured. I really wanted to. I swear, I did.” He assured you.

“Really?” You asked for reassurance.

“Are you kidding me? It’s literally all I think about.” Peter told you, making you crack a smile. You wrapped your arms around him and rested your head on his heartbeat to thank him for the reassurance.

“I was starting to feel like you didn’t want me like that.” You admitted, making Peters stomach drop. He knew his lies were affecting your relationship but he hadn’t realized they effected your self esteem too.

“I do. I want you so badly every waking hour of the day. I’m just nervous, okay? You’re my first girlfriend and I don’t want to mess this up. It’s way too important to me.”

“I understand that. I don’t want to mess this up either. And maybe we could try again today. My mom is still at her friends house.”

“You want to try again?” He asked hopefully. “During the daytime?”

“Yeah. I’ve heard it’s possible.” You chuckled and pulled out of the hug.

“Okay. Yeah. That would be amazing. Let’s do that.” Peter nodded eagerly, in disbelief that he was getting so many chances with you.

“Perfect.” You smiled. “I know you’re done with class for the day so I’ll text you after my last one and then you can come over.”

“Can’t wait.” Peter grinned and leaned down to kiss you.

While Peter waited for you to get out of class, he invited Ned over to calm his nerves. He was looking in the mirror and perfecting his hair while Ned sat on his bed.

“So you guys are actually gonna do it? You’re gonna lose your virginity?” Ned asked as he fumbled with a rubix cube from Peters desk.

“Yeah. Todays the today.” Peter sighed happily. “It almost happened a few times but I kept having to leave to take care of a crime.”

“Wow. Do you know what you’re doing?”

“No. Not at all. But I think I should be able to figure it out pretty quickly.” Peter said, sounding unconvinced.

“Yeah. It shouldn’t be too hard. You just put the magic wand into the wizard sleeve and-“

“Oh my God.” Peter cut him off. “Please don’t refer to my girlfriend as a wizard sleeve.”

“Why not?” Ned genuinely wondered. Peter was not longer listening as he had pulled out his phone to text you that he’d be over soon. Before he got the chance, he got a news alert that threw a wrench in his plans.

“Fuck.” Peter groaned once he read the headline.

“What’s wrong?”

“There was a ten car pile up on 33rd street. It says multiple people are trapped in their cars.”

“Oh shit. Dude, you gotta get down there.”

“I know. But what am I gonna tell Y/n?” Peter sighed as his thumbs danced over the keyboard.

“Just tell her you’re sick.” Ned shrugged.

“I always give her that excuse. How many times is she gonna believe I randomly fell ill before a date?” Peter genuinely wondered.

“I know you want to see her. But this matters more. She’s understand if she knew what you were doing.” Ned reminded him.

“I know. But she doesn’t know what I’m doing. And it’s really straining our relationship. I don’t know how many more last minute cancellations she’s gonna put up with.” Peter nervously admitted as he typed out an excuse to you.

“I’m so sorry baby! can we please reschedule our plans? my stummy hurt😔” He texted you and anxiously waited for a response. He felt horrible lying but had no other choice at this point.

“oh no honey :( did you eat the whole box of wheat thins again??? I know you love them but eating the whole box only hurts us both” You texted back. Peter was initially relived that you weren’t mad but then felt his guilt worsen over the fact that you were so understanding when he was lying to you.

“I know I should’ve listened to you 💀 I have really bad wheat thin cramps right now 😵‍💫🤢🧥😩” He texted you again, burying himself further in the lie.

“poor baby :( I can come over and take care of you”

Peter read your text and groaned in frustration, knowing this meant he had to lie even more.

“It’s really bad 💀 you shouldn’t see me like this. you’ll never find me attractive again”

“ok baby <3 text me if you need anything. and feel better. I love you !!” You texted him back. Peter chewed his bottom lip as his guilt chewed him back. He reluctantly tossed his phone onto his bed and looked at Ned.

“Did you have plans tonight? I think I’m gonna need my guy in the chair.” Peter said as he pulled his Spiderman suit out of his closet. Ned’s eyes lit up as he proudly stood up from Peters bed.

“Let’s go eat some ass.” Ned said with determination.

“Wait what? Whose ass are we eating? And why?”

“Sorry. I wanted to say a cool one liner before we went. I meant to say let’s go kick some ass.” Ned corrected himself.

“Who’s ass are we kicking? We’re helping car crash victims. Why would we kick them?” Peter reminded him as he pressed the center of his suit to tighten it.

“Can we just go?” Ned sighed in defeat.

“Yeah. Let’s go.”

The next day, you trudged into your morning class and plopped into the seat next to Ned.

“Good morning.” Ned greeted you.

“Is it?” You grumbled and dropped your bag on the ground.

“Damn. What’s got you in such a mood?”

“My mom didn’t want me driving after that huge pile up last night so she made me walk to campus. My legs feel like they’re gonna fall off.” You groaned and rested your head on your desk.

“She honestly did you a favor. You know it was caused by this huge patch of ice? The paramedics kept sliding on it when they tried to help people out of their cars.”

“How do you know that?” You asked as you picked your head up off the desk.

“Peter and I saw it.” Ned told you. “It was pretty bad.”

“You and Peter were there? Last night?” You asked as your stomach dropped.

“Yeah. Peter asked me to come with him to….” Ned trailed off when he saw the look on your face. Before Ned could ask what was wrong, Peter took a seat beside you. You had a sense you’d been betrayed as you slowly turned to look at Peter.

“Hey guys. What’s up?” Peter asked and leaned in to kiss you.

“You said your stummy hurt.” You said and pushed him away.

“What?” Peter laughed in confusion.

“Oh shit.” Ned covered his hand with his mouth when he realized what he had done.

“You lied to me?” You whispered in disbelief as you got out of your seat. You didn’t wait for Peter to respond and ran out of the classroom.

“Wait. I can explain.” Peter said as he ran after you. You ran down the hallway but Peter was faster than you.

“Lover, wait, please.” Peter pleaded as he caught up to you.

“Are you cheating on me?” You blurted as you wiped around to face Peter.

“What? Cheating on you?” Peter laughed in surprise.

“You’re laughing at me?” You asked as tears slid down your face.

“No, no, I’m not honey I swear. It’s just, do you really think it’s possible that I could get two girls to like me at the same time? Getting you to like me was a total miracle.” Peter chuckled as he rested his hands on your shoulders.

“I’m glad you think it’s funny.” You snapped and pushed his hands off of you.

“I don’t. I swear.” Peter dropped his smile. “I just don’t understand why you’d ever think I was cheating on you.”

“Maybe because you’re lying to me about where you are. You said you were sick last night but Ned said you were with him. And I know that’s not the first time you’ve lied about being sick to get out of a date. I know you do it all the time. You think I haven’t realized it but I do.”

“Oh.” Peter said quietly, unsure of what else to say.

“God Peter, why do I feel like I’m crazy lately? Why do I feel like I have to chase you down just to talk to you?” You asked and wiped the tears that kept falling.

“What are you talking about? I’m right here.” Peter assured you and tried to touch you again but you just stepped back.

“You’re here for now. But you are constantly running off to do God knows what and leaving me behind. I don’t want to have to beg to be a footnote in your life anymore, Peter. You either need to tell me what’s going on or we are over.”

“Nothings going on.” Peter said weakly, knowing you’d never believe it. He could feel himself losing you but felt helpless to stop it. You’d never threatened to break up before and he could only hope you were bluffing.

“Nothings going on? Nothings going on?” You raised your voice and grabbed his sleeve. Peter watched as you pushed it up to reveal a bruise in the shape of a hand print going around his wrist, the mark of where he had he grabbed a few nights ago.

“Then why do you come into school with bruises and injuries every single day? Where do you go? Who does this to you?“

“Nobody.” Peter lied and pushed his sleeve down.

“Nobody?” You folded your arms and gave him a look.

“Nobody.” He repeated but couldn’t look you in the eyes. You let out a disappointed sigh and nodded your head since you expected his answer to be another lie.

“Do you not want me around?” You asked him, making him do a double take.

“What? How could you even ask me that?” Peter wondered. He felt sick to his stomach knowing that he had made you feel like that.

“Because I feel you want to break up with me but don’t know how to do it. And that’s why you lie and make up excuses. So that you don’t have to me around me.”

“That’s not true. I love being around you. I would be with you every second of the day if I could. But I can’t. You have to believe me that I just can’t.” Peter pleaded with you as he began to cry as well.

“Why should I believe you when you have done nothing but lie to me?”

“I honestly don’t know. But please do it anyway.”

“I don’t want to break up with you, Peter. I really don’t. I just want answers. Please.” You said and dropped your defensive body language. As hurt as you were, you still loved him and wanted to believe that he really did have a reason as to why he did the things he did. You took a step towards him and let him reach out and touch you this time.

“Answers to what? Ask me. I’ll answer as many as I can.” He promised a she squeezed your hand.

“Okay. For starters, why are you always canceling plans on me last minute? Or leaving school, dates, or hangouts at a moments notice but never explaining why? And are you so secretive about your phone and the things in your closet?“

“I…don’t.. I can’t answer those.” Peter blinked in surprised when he realized he couldn’t answer a single question without revealing his secret.

“Of course you can’t. We’re done.” You held up your hands in defeat and started it walk away again.

“Wait! Baby, please.” Peter begged and pulled you back.

“Do you even wet the bed?” You asked him, stunning him to silence.

“No. I lied about that.” He admitted.

“Like how you lied about being sick last night?” You sniffled.

“Yes. I lied about that too.”

“What else have you lied about?”

“I…can’t tell you. I’m sorry. I want to - I really fucking want to -but I can’t.”

“Then we’re over.” You laughed sadly and stepped back from him.

“No. Please. We can’t be over.” Peter cried and tried to reach for you but you withdrew.

“How are we supposed to be together if you can’t be honest with me?”

“It’s not that simple.”

“It is that simple. This is the last time I’m asking you, Peter. Tell me the truth.”

“I…” Peter opened his mouth but quickly trailed off. Your eyes filled with hope for a split second as you thought he was actually going to be honest with you. But when his mouth shut, all your hope faded away. You shook your head in disappointment before walking away from him.

That night, you ignored the dozens of calls and texts from Peter and eventually blocked his number. When he saw that his texts were no longer being delivered, he left you alone and opened his camera roll instead. He scrolled through a few pictures of the two of you before finding one from your very first date. He stared at the picture until his eyesight was blurry with tears.

“Do I have to lose you too?” He whispered.

Peter saw you the next day on campus and ran to you before you could walk in the other direction.

“Can we talk?” He pleaded as he stepped in front of you.

“No. We can’t.” You said and kept walking.

“Please, lover, don’t do this to me. Are we really just gonna break up over nothing?”

“Over nothing?” You stopped in your tracks and raised an eyebrow.

“That was the wrong choice of words. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean nothing-“

“It was wasn’t nothing to me.” You cut him off. “I cried myself to sleep so many times these past few months because I knew you were lying to me about something. And even now, you can’t tell me the truth about what you’ve been doing. You made me feel like I was crazy. I thought that there had to be something wrong with me because what other reason could there be for my own boyfriend to lie and say he was a bed wetter just to get out of sleeping with me? But it’s not something wrong with me. Something is wrong with you, Peter, because you couldn’t have cared less about someone who loved you more. I would’ve loved you for a lifetime and now I have to leave that all behind. So I’m not mad about nothing. Personally I have a lot to be mad about.”

You walked away before Peter had a chance to respond or apologize again. You ended up skipping the classes you had with him that day so he never had another opportunity to talk to you. Knowing he had to do whatever it took to win you back, Peter showed up at your apartment door wearing his best apology.

“Oh my God.” You groaned when you opened your door and saw who it was.

“That’s on your for opening the door without looking through the peephole.” Peter mumbled out of the corner of his mouth.

“Are you joking?”

“No, I’m sorry. I was trying to break the ice.”

“Go away, Peter. We broke up.” You whined and started to close the door.

“I know we broke up. But I really think you should reconsider.” Peter said as he held the door open with his hand. You tried to close it again but he was stronger.

“I’m not gonna reconsider this, Peter. You think this was easy for me? I didn’t want to break up with you but you pushed me to it. It’s hard enough so please, stop making it harder. Just let me go.”

“But-“

You cut him off by closing the door in his face. Peter sighed in defeat but was not going to let a door stop him from getting you back. He swiftly left the building and scaled the side of it in an attempt to find your window. He quickly realized that buildings don’t have the floor numbers on the outside and ended up looking in a lot of strangers windows before finding yours. He saw you inside so you opened your window and tumbled into your bedroom.

“Oh my God. What the fuck? How did you even get out there?” You gasped in surprise when you saw him falling through your window.

“I climbed.” He smiled sheepishly and brushed himself off.

“You climbed? 5 stories?” You folded your arms skeptically.

“Yes. I can do that sort of thing.” Peter answered honestly as he approached you.

“You are such a liar. I can’t believe I put up with this for so long. If you think climbing five stories up the fire escape is gonna make me fake you back then-“

Peter cut you off by shooting a web at your hip and pulling you closer to him. You stumbled into his arms as he caught you with ease and looked around in bewilderment over how he managed to do such a thing.

“What the hell?” You whispered and looked at the web on your hip, still not realizing what it was.

“I need you to stop being mad at me for two minutes and listen to me.” Peter said in an tone that made you give him your full attention. His heart raced knowing that this was the moment you’d finally know the truth but he wasn’t going to let anything stop him.

“Unbutton it.” He said and patted his flannel shirt.

“If you think we’re gonna make up with some hate sex then you are sadly mistaken.” You laughed and tried to get out of his arms.

“That’s not what I’m trying to do.” He whined. “I mean, if you wanna do that afterwards then I’m down, but that’s not what I’m doing now. Just unbutton my shirt. Please.”

You gave him a skeptical look but did as he asked. You could feel his heart pounded in his chest as you unbuttoned the first button, then the next two.

“Never trust an atom. They make up everything.” You read off his T shirt. “Why did I need to see this?”

“Oh fuck. I forgot to put it on.” Peter realized and looked down at where his Spiderman suit was supposed to be.

“Put what on?”

“My suit.”

“Why would you put a suit on underneath your clothes?”

“Not that kind of suit. My suit. My special suit.”

“Peter, I don’t know what you’re doing here but I don’t have time for this. Just go home.” You groaned and pulled out of his arms.

“I can’t go home. I can’t walk away knowing you’re not gonna look back at me. You and I not being together doesn’t make sense to me. This isn’t how our story is supposed to go. If I know anything at all for certain it’s that you and me are supposed to end up together. So no, I’m not going home. Not until I get you to understand.”

“Understand what?”

“Why I’ve been lying to you.”

“You’re gonna tell me the truth?” You stepped forward and dropped your defenses.

“Yes. I am. The truth is….” Peter trailed off and ripped open his shirt the rest of the way as he dramatically tilted his chin up. You stared at him for a long time as he stopped in that pose until you realized he wasn’t gonna move.

“Am I supposed to know what this means?” You deadpanned.

“Pretend I’m wearing Spider-Man’s suit under this shirt.” Peter whispered without changing his pose.

“Why would I pretend that?” You asked with genuine confusion. Peter slowly looked down at you and braced himself before saying his biggest secret out loud for the first time.

“Because I am Spiderman.” He said and waited for your reaction. You stared at him for a long time before letting out a laugh.

“You are so full of shit to the point where I am legitimately concerned.”

“What? I’m telling you the truth. That’s why I have to leave at a moments notice and can never stay the night. And why I’m always beaten up. Because for the past 4 years, I have been New Yorks very own vigilante, Spiderman.” Peter said proudly and did another hero-esque pose.

“Uh huh. And I’m Batman.” You replied sarcastically.

“Oh my God, are you actually?”

“No! And neither are you!” You exclaimed. “If you’re not gonna tell me the truth, then just get out of-“

Peter cut you off by shooting a web at your closet door and pulling it shut. This time, you could see the web clearly and recognized what it was.

“How did you…” You trailed off and touched the web in amazement.

“Web shooters. I used them on you before too. I made them myself, see?” Peter said and showed you the shooters on his wrist. You hesitantly reached out to touch them and ran a careful finger along the delicate technology.

“Why the fuck wouldn’t you show me this instead of opening your shirt?” You looked up to ask him.

“I wanted to be theatric.” Peter mumbled in embarrassment. You cracked a smile and looked like you were about to forgive him when your face suddenly hardened.

“I need more proof. Anybody could make those. How do I know you’re the real Spiderman?”

“Because I can do this.” Peter said and casually jumped and stuck to the ceiling with his right hand.

“And this.” He added and brought the rest of his body to the ceiling so that he could crawl across your room. He crawled over your head and dropped down to the floor as you watched with a dropped jaw.

“And sometimes this if a stretch.” Peter prefaced before attempting a backflip. Instead, he landed right on his back with a hard thud.

“Peter?” You gasped and went to see if he was okay.

“I didn’t stretch.” He groaned and rubbed his aching body.

“Oh my God. You’re ridiculous.” You chuckled and helped him off the floor.

“But do you believe me now?” Peter smiled hopefully.

“I kinda have to believe you now.”

“I just hope you know I’d never cheat on you or intentionally keep things from you. This is just something that I had to navigate completely on my own and I had no rules to go by. I was making it up as I went and I thought it would be best if nobody knew. Ned only knows because he accidentally found out. Same with May. I would’ve told you sooner if I knew how much it was gonna affect our relationship. Just please believe that I never meant for it to hurt you.” Peter said as he put his hands on your shoulders.

“Why didn’t you tell me all of this before?” You asked as tears from being overwhelmed fell down your face.

“Because I have no idea what kind of people are gonna come after me because of this. But I do know the number one person they could use to hurt me is you. I didn’t want to risk something happening to you if my enemies knew you were my girlfriend. So I figured if you didn’t know you were dating Spiderman, no one would know Spiderman was dating you.”

“You have enemies?” Your eyes softened as thought about your sweet boyfriend having people actively targeting him.

“Not like arch nemeses who sit in their evil lairs and plot my downfall like Mojo Jojo or Doofenshmirtz or something. But I have had to fight some pretty bad guys. I even fought one in space.” Peter shyly admitted.

“You’ve been to space?!”

“Just the once. And then I died or whatever.” Peter tried to make it sound casual so you wouldn’t freak out. You ran your fingers through your hair and gave them a stressful tug as you processed everything you were hearing.

“How long did you say you’ve been like this?” You asked him.

“I was bitten by a radioactive spider when I was 16. So four years now.”

“I’ve known you for 6 years.”

“Yeah. Since freshman year.” He smiled at the memory of meeting you his first day of high school.

“You’ve been lying to me for over half of them.” You said quietly, making Peters smile drop.

“Wait, what? I thought you were forgiving me.” Peters heart stopped when he realized you were still upset.

“Forgive you? For keeping this huge part of your life from me for years and letting it effect our relationship?”

“But…but I told you the truth.” Peter said weakly.

“Yeah, after telling me a million lies. And I had to break up with you to get the truth out of you. Seriously Peter, how many times do you think you’ve had to lie to me over the years just to keep this secret?”

“A lot.” He admitted.

“Exactly. I mean, what did you expect Peter? That you could just walk in here and tell me this and I’d just forget about all the pain your lies have caused me?”

“But you said if I told you the truth then we would be okay.” Peter reminded you as he started to tear up.

“That was before I knew that all your lying was because of a much much bigger lie.”

“I was only lying to you to protect you. I was trying to prevent something bad happening to you because of this thing that happened to me. I didn’t ask to be this way. And you definitely didn’t sign up for it either. So I just wanted to keep you as far away from it as possible so that you could live the normal life that I no longer get to have.”

“All I can think about right now is all the special events that you missed or the cancelled dates that I spent time planning and how you weren’t there.”

“I wanted to be there.” Peter shouted.

“But you weren’t!” You shouted back. “And I’ve had no idea why until now! You’ve made me feel like I was an afterthought for years now. All my friends call you a flake. They told me to break up with you every time I called them crying because you were gonna miss another important event. So sorry if you thought that telling me your secret would make me forget all of that, but it doesn’t. I remember the pain all too well.”

“I did not miss that much.” Peter insisted.

“Oh really? You weren’t at my 17th or my 20th birthday. You missed me speaking at our high school graduation. You stood me up on prom night and for the homecoming dance-“

“Okay, okay. I get it.” He cut you off. “But I only missed those events because I was off saving the world.”

“Then you should focus on that. Don’t let me stop you.” You said with a sad shrug. You weren’t saying it to be mean, but to be realistic.

“Lover, please. It’s us. We can’t be over.” Peter quietly pleaded as he tried to take your hand.

“It’s for the best, Peter. I won’t be a distraction to you anymore. You can live your double life without ever having to worry about who it’s hurting again. And I won’t have to live as your second choice anymore. We both win.” You said as you pulled your hand out of his.

“Win?” He laughed sadly. “I see this as an absolute loss.”

“So do I.” You mumbled and kept you eyes on the floor.

Peter looked down at the web shooters on his wrists and thought back to when he believed telling you the truth would fix everything. He never would’ve guessed that the truth wasn’t enough. He wasn’t sure how long he’d be able to juggle being Spiderman and having a girlfriend and now he didn’t have to wonder.

“This isn’t what I wanted.” He said quietly, mostly to himself.

“Me either.” You admitted

“So why are we breaking up? Can’t we just agree to disagree and move on?” Peter begged as he wiped his tears from his face.

“You don’t think fights like this will come up all the time? You’re still gonna be leaving me every night and I’m still gonna resent it. This isn’t something we can just agree to disagree on. Think about it, it’ll only get worse if we’re older. We can ignore this now but if we decided to get married and start a family one day, how do you think our kids would feel about their dad never being a consistent presences in their life? As someone who is constantly getting ditched by you, I already know that I never want my kids to feel that way. I think that if we really love each other, we have to accept that we aren’t right for each other.”

“Can’t we just date for the rest of college and then go our separate ways after that? It’s not like we’re gonna be trying to have kids anytime soon.” Peter asked in an last attempt to get you to stay with him.

“I can’t keep dating you when I know one day it’s gonna end. I can’t have a deadline for our relationship hanging over my head. We need to end this now before we feel like can never walk away from each other.”

“I already feel that way.” Peter said and started to cry harder. You wanted to wrap your arms around him and tell him it was going to be okay, but you weren’t sure that it would. Instead, you held yourself in your arms and tried to hold back your tears.

“I’m sorry, Peter. I would’ve loved you for the rest of my life. And I still love you now. But I can’t keep letting you in just for you to go again. You need to stay gone this time. It’s over. I’m done.” You said as you sadly shook your head. Peter looked into your eyes and held your gaze for a long time until he came to terms with the fact that he wasn’t going to change your mind. He nodded his head and wiped his face before walking towards your door. He was about to open it and leave before turning to look at you.

“If I had never been bitten, would we still be together?” He asked you. You gave him a sympathetic smile and nodded your head.

“I can’t imagine anything else that could make me walk away from you.” You answered him honestly. Peter nodded again and left your room before you could see him fully break down. Once he was out in your hallway, he covered his mouth with his hand and ran out of your apartment as tears gushed out of his eyes.

Exactly a week later, a week that had no contact between you and Peter, Peter heard a knock at his window. He curiously went over to it and pulled up his blinds to see you sitting out on his fire escape. Peter immediately opened the window and let you in, heart pounding in his ears the whole time. You sheepishly pulled a bouquet of poppies, Peters favorite flower, out from behind your back and handed it to him.

“You’re here?” Peter asked in disbelief as he took the flowers.

“I climbed.”

“Really? All that way?”

“You live on the first floor.” You reminded him. “It was just that one flight of stairs up the fire escape.”

“What are you doing here?” Peter asked as he looked down at the flowers.

“I realized something.” You said with a soft smile.

“What did you realize?”

“I was thinking about you missing my graduation speech. I was not thinking about you missing your graduation.” You began. Peter opened his mouth to respond but shut it when he realized he hadn’t thought about that either. He felt so guilty about missing your speech that he never had time to be upset over missing his own high school graduation.

“I also wasn’t thinking about how you made me put on my cap and gown and sneak into the school with you that night so that I could give the speech again.”

“I wanted to hear it.” Peter smiled softly.

“I know you did. The same way you snuck into my room with a candle stuck in an Oreo so that you could sing to me after missing my 17th birthday party.” You smiled at the memory. Peter smiled in return and started to grow hopeful that you were forgiving him. His hopes got higher when you took both his hands in yours.

“If you were a different man, you would’ve continued to live your life the way you wanted. You would’ve embraced the cool new features and ignored that responsibilities that came with them. But that’s not you, Peter. You’ve never been the kind of guy who just stands to the side and let’s other people take care of a problem. If you have any opportunity to help, you take it. And if you don’t have an opportunity, you create one for yourself. That’s who you are. That’s who you’ve always been. And that’s one of the things I love most about you. It would be wrong of me to expect you to change that part of yourself for my sake. So yeah, I wish you made it to my birthday and yeah I wish you heard my graduation speech the first time. But maybe saving someone’s life is a little more important than me.” You said with a teasing smile.

“Maybe just a little.” He chuckled. You laughed in return before looking at him for a long time. You knew it was going to be hard, but you knew it was going to be worth it. After all, it was Peter. And you loved Peter.

Peter stayed perfectly still as you moved your hands and placed them on either side of his face. You brought your forehead to rest against his and stayed in comfortably silence for a moment until Peter broke down crying. He wrapped his arms around you and held you close as he thanked every entity he could think of for be able to keep you.

“I’m sorry I got so mad at you.” You mumbled against his chest.

“No, it’s okay. I don’t know how I would’ve reacted to this either. I gave you a lot to process.”

“You did. And now that I’ve had time to think about it, I know what I want and what I don’t want.” You said as you pulled away a little so that you could look at him.

“What do you not want?” Peter gulped and braced himself for the worse.

“Well I know you’ve had to sacrifice a lot because of this. And I don’t want to be another sacrifice you have to make.”

“But what about what you said about resenting me constantly leaving you? Or me never being there for our kids?”

“I won’t resent you if I know you’re out there saving people’s lives. I’ll be lonely, sure, but I’ll understand that you have more important places to be.”

“What about our kids?”

“We’ll figure that out when we get there. But I’m pretty sure they’d be okay if they knew their daddy was off saving the world.”

“And what about us? Are we okay?” Peter asked and held his breath until he heard the answer.

“It’s us. We’ll always be okay.” You shrugged before giving Peter a warm smile. Peter let out a huge sigh of relief and felt his heart become whole again. All of his sacrifices felt like they were paying off now that he knew he had you and you weren’t going anywhere. He made a silent vow that he would make more of an effort to make you feel like a priority now that your relationship had gone through and survived the great war. He would always make his hero duties his top priority, but he would never let you feel neglected again.

“It’s been a week without you, lover, and I’ve been miserable. Can I please kiss you?” He asked for permission first, just like the first time.

“Yeah, Spiderman.” You called him for the first time. “Get over here and kiss me.”

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put your head on my shoulder

; the only thing in your mind while getting on the bus is sleep when you bump into yang jungwon.

; yang jungwon x reader

; genre: fluff, non idol au, friends to lovers (?)

; warnings: mention of reader being sleep deprived, exhaustion, the phrase "half-assed" used once

; 0.5k words

; tags: @inkelea @bunreis @sobun1est @kbookshelf

you heaved a sigh as you got on the bus, eyes roaming to look for an empty seat. you'd had a long, draining day and all you wanted to do now was flop on your bed and go to sleep. or the couch if you were too exhausted to make it to your bedroom. it felt like there were a hundred bricks weighing on your each of your shoulders and your back was stiff.

you spotted an empty window seat, the rest of the bus was packed. ‘perfect’, you thought, you preferred them anyways. then your sight wandered to the person sitting on the aisle side of that very seat you had locked your gaze on. (that's what it's called right?)

‘uh oh’

it was yang jungwon, your… sort of(?) friend whom you might have a teensy weensy crush on. ‘this cannot be happening right now!!’ strands we're sticking out of the low ponytail you'd hastily put your hair and you really weren't in the mood to socialise right now.

you looked around once again, hoping against hope for another seat to miraculously empty itself. but of course, nothing happened of that sort. meanwhile, jungwon seemed to have noticed you and waved at you, that adorable smile of his making itself at home on his face which caused his dimples to show. he pat the empty place next to him as if to beckon you over.

‘too late now’ you internally grimaced but waved back with a half smile in his direction. you went over and he stood up to let you sit on the window seat and settled back down in his aisle seat after you sat.

“long day?” he asked, he had probably spotted your dark circles which were the result of your lack of sleep. all you had to offer was a half-assed nod.

“you should probably catch a nap.”

“yeah I was planning on it.” your voice came out raspy. the bus was quiet during the end of the day. everyone was most likely going home from work so no one talked much. it was peaceful. the cool night breeze pouring through the half-open window was soothing, despite the fact that it made you shiver slightly and wrap your zip-up hoodie tighter around yourself.

you took off your glasses and put them in the empty water-bottle pocket of your backpack. you then leaned your head against the window pane, ready to doze off when you felt a hand on your shoulder. it was jungwon. you turned to look at him with your eyebrows slightly furrowed.

seeing that he had your attention, he patted his shoulder. “put your head on my shoulder, you’ll feel vibrations if you keep it over there which would be annoying.”

you couldn’t make out his expression that well in the dim lighting of the bus but his words made your cheeks flush a little despite your tired state. “thanks.” you mustered up a smile to show him you were grateful for his offer. you rested your head on his shoulder, a bit uncertainly.

his light scent filled your nose and it felt oddly comforting. you felt like you could get used to this. if only…

exhaustion swept you away to dreamland like a tidal wave.

you managed to catch a few words while you were still in between being awake and asleep but your brain didn’t register them right then.

“she looks so adorable when she's sleeping...”

; a/n: my first fic for a member of the maknae line!! yayy!!! i had the idea while i was on the bus on my way back home from school on the day of my last exam and i just knew jungwon would be perfect for this! ik i said something about a forbidden love trope fic and it's on the way!

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#k-films #kbookshelf #jungwon x reader #enhypen x reader #jungwon fluff #enhypen fluff #enhypen imagines #enhypen oneshots #enhypen scenarios #yang jungwon x reader #yang jungwon fluff #yang jungwon imagines #yang jungwon oneshots #jungwon imagines #jungwon oneshots #jungwon scenarios #enha x reader #enha imagines #enha oneshots #enha scenarios #yang jungwon scenarios #enha #enhypen #jungwon #yang jungwon #put your head on my shoulder—🚌🍂🌙 #—mochamvgz

[muns0nslov3r]

under the covers

eddie was always horny in the relationship, you were the same sometimes. but anyways, you were spending a night with your family at a hotel for thanksgiving. hanging out at your aunts house with your family and eddie, at the table and catching up with family. eddie’s hand sneakily slipping to your thigh as he groped it, looking at your face with a smirk on his face.. as he watched the colour slowly drain from your face to turn into a blushing mess, watching as you excused yourself to go deal with your now wet pussy. back at the hotel, eddie was the same. you guys were drinking with your mom and dad, chatting up. as your mom slips the “when are we getting grand babies?” question, watching as eddie chuckled and smirked. “oh sometime, i mean.. babies are a big thing ma’am” eddie said to your mom as you looked away smiling, you always wanted a family.. so did eddie. hell who knows, maybe you could start one soon.. you guys finished up hanging out, your parents going to their room as eddie was on you fast. pressing messy kisses to your lips, the taste of beer filling your senses as you kissed him back with the same desperation. eddie slipping his tongue into your mouth as you moaned, your tongues dancing together while you kissed. you swore you guys wouldn’t make it to the bed on time. “i’m gonna fuck you.. so fucking hard baby, who knows.. maybe you’ll get all round and swollen with my babies..” he whispered into your ear as he kissed down your neck, his hand up your shirt while you hugged out a whimper. he helped you remove your shirt, and pants in one swift move.. you pushing down his pants as you got to your knees. taking eddie’s leaky dick into your mouth, sucking his dick while you watched him moan. after a while he pushed your head away gently as his dick twitches against your lips. “fuck baby.. as much as i love your blowies.. i just- christ i gotta fuck you.” he shuddered, feeling your arousal leak down onto your panties.. you grabbed his arm as you dragged him to the bed, pulling off his shirt and him pulling down your panties. he spat down onto his fingers as he prodded his fingers against your entrance, slowly pushing them into your heat. you moaned, feeling his fingers move inside you before curling against your g-spot. your face scrunching up in pleasure as you gripped the sheets, his fingers moving at god speed while he sucked your clit. those pretty doe eyes staring up at you as he watched you squirm and buck your hips, hearing you moan made his dick ache. he slowly rolled his hips into the mattress, groaning against your clit as you gasped. back arching a bit while you moaned loudly. eddie’s mind struggling not to go fuzzy from your beautiful moans.. and how horny he is, soon you came around his fingers. sucking his fingers clean as he moaned around his cum covered fingers, leaning down to kiss you deeply. tasting yourself on his mouth as you moaned into the kiss, meanwhile he rubbed his tip between your folds before slowly thrusting his dick into your wet pussy. you and him both moaned, thighs softly shaking at the sensitivity. eddie sped up his thrusts as he gripped your waist.

“oh fuck princess..”

“yeah that’s it, take my fucking cock.”

“god your gonna milk me..”

“holy shit, your so wet.”

he’d groan as you moaned your heart away, his dick slamming repeatedly against your g-spot. your back arching and your tits softly bouncing with his thrusts, the sound of skin on skin contact filled the room, the smell of sex filled the room. he moaned, his dick throbbing at how good you feel. “i’m gonna cum.. oh shit, im gonna- gonna make you into a mommy.. you want that yeah? yeah i know you do, you’re such a fucking good girl for me. oh shit! ngh.. gonna make you all swollen and round, my fucking pretty baby.” he groaned, huffing out a shaky breath as he thrusted a couple more times while rubbing your clit.. watching as you cried out and moaned. “please eddie! i need it.. oh my god!” you cried, eyes rolling back as you two came together. his dick painting your insides white as he groaned, burying his face into your neck while he let out breaths. “shit.. you- you okay baby?” he’d softly said as he looked at you, just a blissed out look on that pretty face of yours. as you nodded, a dorky smile rising on your face. “i’m more then okay..” you chuckled.

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie stranger things #smut #eddie munson stranger things #stranger things smut #eddie smut #stranger things eddie #requests are open

[tooearlyforthis]

Are We Still Friends? | Peter Parker

Ayo, did someone ask for a slightly depressing Peter Parker fic? Anyways, this fic is somewhat inspired by the song Are We Still Friends by Tyler the Creator <3

Pairing: Peter Parker x bsf!reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Synopsis: After being rejected by the only person that matters, Y/n struggles to come to terms with no longer having a best friend.

Warnings: fluff, hurt/comfort, friends to lovers, mutual pining

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Every Friday of the summer, the residents of Forest Hills would stop whatever they were doing for one big barbecue. Fire hydrants were opened for the kids to play as the adults cooked whatever meat the butcher had given them that week. It was pure bliss. 

Y/n always looked forward to these Fridays during the summer. Even when the sun was beating down hard on the asphalt, the community gathered to have a great time. She spent almost every barbecue this year with her best friend and neighbor Peter Parker. The two had been close friends ever since he had moved in with his aunt and uncle as a little boy. 

They were inseparable from the moment they met, playing together, going to school, club activities; you name it, they did it. Their favorite hang-out spot, which hadn’t changed since they were little, was the fire escape. Y/n's apartment was only two over from Peter’s which meant they shared a fire escape overlooking the street below. 

It was the perfect getaway for whatever life threw at them. Shitty birthdays, a breath of fresh air, when uncles pass away…it was the remedy for everything. It also happened to be a great spot to watch the barbecue festivities below. 

On this particular Friday, Y/n sat atop the stairs, letting her legs dangle down below as her best friend settled into sitting next to her. She felt her heart leap as their shoulders collided, hoping that what she was about to tell him wouldn’t change this. 

“If I have to hear Mrs. Duval talk about her skiing trip one more time I might just run away,” Peter said, adjusting his position on the stairs. 

Y/n laughed and said, “Give her a break she has dementia!”

“Dementia or not I’m running away and I’m taking you with me.”

She watched as he stared off the fire escape, looking at the neighborhood below. He didn’t know how much that meant to her. A little joke about running off together and she felt herself being swept off her feet. 

“Hey Pete?” 

He turned to her with a smile.”Yeah?”

“Can I talk to you about something?” She rubbed her hands together, hoping that clammy feeling would go away. 

Turning his body to face her more, his expression getting a little more serious he joked, “Oh no am I being called into the principles office?”

Y/n chuckled. “No uh…I just wanted to…” She trailed off, not knowing how she was going to confess. 

“Is everything okay?”

“Y-yeah I just. Over the past couple months,” she began. “I just loved hanging out with you.”

She watched him smile, he cheeks getting slightly red. That was a good sign right? “Yeah I love hanging out with you too.”

“And like, we’ve been friends almost our entire lives so it feels silly that I’m only realizing this now but, I… I like you Peter. As more than a friend.”

Slowly looking up, she saw what she feared the most. The color had drained from Peter’s face, his eyes darting everywhere but at her. He shifted back slightly, adjusting himself a few inches away from her. 

“Oh…” he said, unable to think properly. “I’m not sure what to say to that, Y/n…”

What had she done? Why did she think this was a good idea? 

“I’m sorry,” she said quickly, swinging her legs around back into the stairs. “I thought you felt the same but clearly I was wrong.”

“Y/n I’m sorry wait-“

“No, it’s okay. I misread things. Bye Peter.”

She got up quickly, climbing back through her apartment window without looking back. His voice rang out as she moved further into her apartment but she chose to ignore it. She knew what he was going to say. I’m sorry it’s not you, it’s me. I just don’t like you that way. She didn’t need him to hurt her more in this moment than she already felt. 

That was the last time she had spoken to Peter Parker. 

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The school year was finally beginning and even though they weren’t friends anymore, could you still call them friends? It didn’t matter, even though they weren’t talking anymore, Y/n's crush never went away. 

Because of their lack of communication, she didn’t know what classes he had been given for the year and as she walked through the halls of her first day of junior year, she felt her heart leap with the chance that they might share a class. 

Scanning the room, she felt relief when she saw MJ. That was one of the harder parts of not speaking to Peter, they still shared all of the same friends. MJ was thankfully alone, something that felt increasingly rare as time passed. Approaching her at the lockers, Y/n crossed her arms and leaned against them. 

“Hey,” she said. 

MJ looked up from her book bag with a smile. “Hey,” she responded. “You ready to be seniors?”

“Ugh, I don’t know, I’m really not looking forward to the AP Gov class.”

“Yeah, I heard Mr. Gonzales isn’t that great. But…”

As MJ went on about their next class, Y/n felt her mind drifting away. She felt so nervous coming back to school after everything that had happened that summer. Her eyes scanned the halls, students filing in for the day's first class. 

That’s when she saw him. Peter stood at the other end of the hall, looking around before locking eyes with her. No, this is not where she would see him again. It was the first day of school and she didn’t want to deal with their situation. Without another word, she pulled MJ into the first empty classroom she could find.  

“What are you doing?!” MJ exclaimed as Y/n shut the door behind her. 

“I saw Peter and panicked,” she responded, taking a deep breath.

“You can’t keep avoiding him, Y/n. He’s your best friend.”

“Was,” she corrected. “I don’t think I could call him that after what happened.”

Y/n slumped down on the floor, wrapping her arms around her knees as she tucked them against her chest. Sighing, MJ got down on the floor, sitting next to her friend. There wasn’t much she could do right now. Emotions were still high and the best thing was to just let it happen. 

“I know it hurts,” MJ began as Y/n leaned against her shoulder. “But eventually things will get better. Who knows, maybe you and Peter could still be friends after all this.”

“I don’t know if we could…I mean, I’ve liked him for so long and the way he dismissed me was like it was a joke. I knew that confessing to him would change our relationship but I was so sure that he liked me back I hoped that it would be for the better. I took a chance and I chose wrong; there’s no going back from it.”

MJ wrapped her arm around her friend as she shed a tear. “I know, I know…” she consoled her. 

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The first three periods of the day went surprisingly fine; once math class started it was hard to think of anything but the equations on the board. MJ wouldn’t be joining Y/n for lunch. She had to go to a meeting for journalism which was just starting back up again. 

As Y/n sat alone at the lunch table, silently eating her sandwich, she felt standing at the table in front of her. When she looked up, her lunch suddenly didn’t seem that appetizing. 

“Hey,” Peter began playing with the hem of his shirt. He pointing at the bench in front of him. “C-can I sit here?”

Y/n stared back up at him, not mouthing word, not even swallowing her sandwich bite. She watched as he sat down anyway, awkwardly shuffling in the seat. It was clear he hadn’t rehearsed this as the two sat in silence - she felt like he was starting into her soul. Her heart rate sped up and she knew what would become of her if she stayed. 

Peter began to open his mouth. “Je-“

He didn’t even have time to mutter name before she bolted upright, hastily grabbing her lunch before scurrying aware, dodging and weaving between students. She spit out her sandwich in the nearest trash can as she gasped for a breath. Why did he have to speak to her? In school for that matter?

Peter Parker was going to be the death of her.

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Even though only a week had gone by since the start of school, Y/n had an ungodly amount of homework to complete. She sat hunched over at her desk, the lamp being the only source of light as the sun set throughout her study session. One of her moms had come in earlier that day asking her if she wanted to go out for dinner but she had refused, opting to finish her school work for the evening instead. 

So she sat at home, listening to the soft sounds of some lo-fi playlist she turned on as she struggled to complete an essay. A thud sounded loudly and Y/n looked up for only a minute, choosing to believe it was from the song she was listening to and went back to her work.

Soon, there was another thud, and then another. It was so loud and eruptive to becoming from the speakers. Thud! The sound rang out again. No, that wasn’t the song, it was coming from the fire escape. 

Y/n got up from her desk, turning off the music before walking over and lifting up her window. She peered onto the fire escape and seeing nothing coming from the left, she turned to the right and couldn’t believe the sight before her. 

Spider-Man was on her fire escape, clutching his side as he tried to open a window. No, that wasn’t Spider-Man, that was Peter. She gasped for a moment, trying to take it all in. Peter was Spider-Man? How and when? But most importantly, why didn’t he ever tell her?

He must’ve heard her small gasp because he twisted his head around, unsure of what was behind him. A little relief flashed in his eyes before he remember that he wasn’t standing in front of her as Peter, but the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.

“Y/n, hey-“ he began.

She already begun to pull herself inside her room, not wanting to face him, especially with all this new information. “I should leave-“

“No!” he called out, watching her freeze in her window. Slowly she stuck her head back out. “Please don’t go just-“ he grunted, grabbing his side more. “Can you help me open the window?”

She could tell he was in pain, not from the amount of blood seeping onto the metal stairs beneath them but from the disgruntled look in his face. She hated that look. She had seen it plenty of times before. After a fight with Flash, tripping on the sidewalk and apparently being shot at. She could never turn him away with that look.

Without saying another word, she pulled herself full onto the fire escape, making her way over to help push his window open. She crawled in first, lending a hand for him to lean on as he jumped inside.Tossing his mask on his bed, he opted to lay on the floor, still gripping his side. 

“Thanks,” he said, looking up and seeing no Y/n in sight. 

She must’ve crawled back through his window because it was once again shut. Peter led his head fall back in a sigh. He needed to fix this but first, stitches. 

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It was finally the next day of school and Y/n was still freaking out from the night before. She didn’t get back to studying, how could she after finding out her best friend- neighbor was Spider-Man? 

She silently walked to her locker, letting her head hang low as she continued to mull over everything she was feeling. Her first reaction was anger. Angry at him for not telling her of his secret life. Spider-Man had of course been around since before they stopped talking so why didn’t he tell her? Why did he tell his - at the time - best friend? 

Then the realization hit her. She didn’t need to help him. She couldn’t left him on that fire escape to fend for himself. From the stuff she had seen on the tv of him she knew he had probably gone through worse. But she did help him and that realization, that no matter what state their relationship was in, she would running to his aid. That no matter what - she would always love him. 

It’s a lot, to realize that you’re not just going through a phase of having a crush. And it’s so much worse when you hear said crush calling after you.

“Y/n!” Peter’s voice rang out through the halls. 

Why did he always seek her out in school? Y/n didn’t even bother to look back as she bolted down the hall into the first empty class room. Pacing back and forth she tried to calm herself down. Everything that had happened in the past week was becoming too much for her. Maybe breathing excesses could help?

Before she could even take a deep breath, the classroom door bursted open, a very out of breath Peter Parker standing in its wake. As the door slowly closed behind him, he moved towards her. 

“Hey-“ he began before getting cut off.

“What are you doing here Peter?” she asked in defeat. “Why did you follow me?”

Whatever confidence he had before this suddenly went away, leaving a stuttering boy in its place. He looked down at the ground, trying to form a sentence.

“S-sorry.. About last night…”

“Oh my god Peter, if you’re here because you think I’m gonna tell people?” she scoffed. “You know my lips are sealed.”

“T-thanks,” he muttered out, watching as she began to pace again in front of her. “Hey Y/n?”

“What?” she asked annoyed. 

“Are we still friends?” She stopped, looking over at him as he lifted his head to look at her, his brown eyes starting straight into her own. “C-can we still be friends?”

Y/n sighed, opening her mouth but know words came out. Could they still be friends? That was such a loaded question when everything was still fresh, like a wound that hasn’t had time to heal. 

“I-I don’t know, Peter,” she opted to tell him.

“I keep repeating that day over and over again in my mind and… everything went downhill so fast. We barely had time to talk-“

“-We didn’t have anything else to talk about,” she interrupted him. Glancing at the clock behind her, she realized what time it was. “I have to get to class,” she told him, walking past him.

She barely got the door open when he called out to her again. “Wait! Meet me on the fire escape? 9:30 tonight?”

What was she supposed to say to that? No, she didn’t have to agree to anything. “Goodbye, Peter.”

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The whole day felt it went by in a flash and before Y/n knew it, she was back home studying again. Only this time, she hadn’t been able to focus. In fact, she hadn’t been able to focus all day.

She stared at the math homework in front of her, unable to even lift her pencil as there was a rapping at her window. Turning her head, she sighed knowing who was on the other side. Reluctantly, she opened it, letting him climb in. Moving to her bed, she watched as he awkwardly looked around like he hadn’t been in her room a million times before. 

“You didn’t meet me at 9:30,” he said, a crack in his voice.

Turning she looked at her alarm clock. It was 11:00. Had she really been staring at her homework for hours? 

She shrugged her shoulders. “I didn’t think we had anything else to say.”

“That’s not true we’re friends-“

Scoffing, she interrupted him. “Are we Peter? Are we still friends? I know you think so but it doesn’t feel that way to me.”

“Only because you won’t let us,” he tried with her, only to be met with the shake of her head. 

“I don’t know how we could go back to being just friends. You broke my hear that day… I thought you liked me too and-“

“I did like you!” He interrupted her, his voice erupting like he had been shouting the whole time. Y/n looked at him in shock, feeling her blood boil by the second. “I still like you.”

That was her breaking point. Liked her? He liked her and let her go through all this bullshit? Quickly, she stood up. 

“No!” she exclaimed.

“Y/n-“

“Don’t Y/n me! I confess my feelings to you, you tell me you don’t feel the same way and then turn around with this bullshit and expect me not to be mad? We haven’t even talked about the Spider-Man stuff yet.”

“Can you just let me explain?” he pleaded, making her look back up at him. 

She could see the hurt in his face, like she had done more damage to him than Flash or a bullet could ever do. And when Peter’s hurting, no matter how much she’s upset with him, she’ll go running to his aid. With a huff she sat back down on her bed, ready to hear out a boy that probably didn’t deserve speak at all. 

“I’ve been replaying that moment after the barbecue, every day in my head since it happened,” he began. “I had been waiting so long to hear you say those things. That the girl I liked finally liked me back. The little voice in my head was jumping with joy, itching to tell you I felt the same way. But then, this other little voice appeared taking over, it was Mr. Stark-“

Y/n scoffed. “Tony Stark?”

Peter nodded, pleading with his expression to let him finish. Not being able to resist, she let him.

“His voice was just, ringing through my head. Keep everything you care about at a distance, never let anyone get too close or you could lose it all. I-I didn’t want to lose you so I didn’t tell you about Spider-Man. And that was fine at first, only two other people knew about it - it was a secret I could keep.

But then you said all those things I desperately wanted to hear and I just wanted lean forward and kiss you and…Mr. Starks words echoed in my head. If I kissed you or told you I felt the same way. That meant telling you about Spider-Man and than meant a great possibility of me losing you.”

Y/n felt her heart break more than it already did, feeling a tear roll down her cheek as she watch Peter break down in front of her.

Soon, he continued. “Uncle Ben once told me that with great power comes great responsibility … and I didn’t want to have to choose you or my power because I would chose you every time.”

The room fell silent with his last words, Y/n trying to process everything he had told her. She wiped a tear from her cheeks, trying to compose herself.

“I understand if your still mad at me or don’t like me anymore but please,” Peter begged. “I just need my best friend back.”

Y/n shook her head, standing up to meet his eye line. “I don’t think we can ever just be friends, Peter.”

“What are you talking about?” he asked, watching her walk closer to him until she was standing just a foot away. 

“You’re sure you still like me?”

“Yeah but-“ 

“Good,” she cut him off, grabbing both sides of his face and pulling him into a kiss. 

She could feel how tense he was, surprised by her sudden action before melting into the kiss. It was slow and sweet, neither of them having much experience between the both of them. But that didn’t matter, there was time to improve. Right now, they just needed to know everything was going to be alright.

As she pulled away from the kiss, she felt as he rested his forehead onto hers, a smile forming on his face. She smiled back, happy to see that sad, hurt look leave.

“No more secrets, okay?” she asked. 

“No more secrets,” he repeated. “So… more than friends?”

Y/n smiled wider than she thought was possible, pulling him back in for one more kick peck. 

“More than friends,” she repeated. 

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please elaborate on the dracula monster rp you mentioned in your kirk headcanons…PLEASE!!

YES OMG!!!! THANK YOU SM FOR ASKING THIS!!!!

this idea has been FEEDING my vampire kirk brain rot so well, esp those fanarts on insta👹👹 really check out @ fuzzsux on insta CAUSE THE ART IS SO GOOD!!!

anyways..... HERE'S MY IDEA FOR IT (any era works tbh)

Bite me please

summary: Kirk wants to play dracula and he wants you to play his bride...

pairing: '93!kirk x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw/smut, biting, roleplay, use of safe words,

word count: 1158

A/N: i was debating wether to make this really kinky or nah.

you'd always known Kirk's favorite monster were vampires. especially Dracula and it's whole story arc. he's a hopeless romantic with a dark kinky side. which you don't mind at all, of course.

he loves the idea of him being a powerful, mind infiltrating, seductive, blood sucking creature. who would stalk you, love you, claim you, and mark you as his bride.

it would start with him biting your neck for fun, not real harshly or anything. just some playful bites. and you seem to like them. he would get all excited and wanted to ask you right away, because this has been on his mind for a while now.

but, he still sorta backs out. you see he wants to ask you something, so you do it first.

"baby? what's wrong?" you slide your hand over his back. "Something on your mind?"

"yeah, actually." he has a wide smile on his face, which slowly turns into a smirk. "would you be interested in... uhh... roleplay?"

your eyes widen a bit and your breath hitches. you have a puzzled look on your face and let out a short giggle.

"what'd you have in mind?" you grin back.

"what do you think?" he leans down and bites your neck again, harder this time.

"do you want to drain me from my blood, Count Dracula?" you say in a bad, sensual transylvanian accent.

"oh..." Kirk groans and lets out a breathy chuckle against your neck. "i'd like to drain you from something else too."

you moan softly as he places more sloppy kisses on your neck, going up to your jaw and eventually kisses your lips.

"i'll take that as a yes, hm?" his eyes show a dark gaze, you can see the passion and lust in them.

"yes."

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you're walking around the house, wearing some leathery outfit. which Kirk had picked out for you. along with a tight, blood red corset that is hugging your figure.

"so much for classic." you mumble to yourself. the house is dark and to be honest, you feel a little.... scared.

you don't know if it's the excitement bubbling in your lower belly or the actual thought of being haunted by your boyfriend...

"Kirk?" you call out faintly, looking around for him. "are you gonna jump out and attack me or something?" you say jokingly.

"that all depends, my love." Kirk's dark voice whispers to you, you can feel his breath against your neck.

you turn around and he immediately grabs you and slams you against the wall. he starts kissing your neck and leaving a few bites here and there. he moves down and starts biting on your collarbone, he looks up at you through his eyelashes.

he's wearing a ruffled blouse and a pair of black dress pants you've never seen him wear before. His chest glistens through the low cut shirt, a few faint love bites visible.

"color?" he whispers.

"green..." you breathe out.

"I'm going to drain you and make you mine." he growls. then, he drags you by your arm and pulls you into your shared bedroom. he pushes you on the bed and you scramble back against the headboard.

"w-what are you going to do to me?" you try to sound scared and get into your role as the 'victim'.

"look at you, scared little thing." he tuts and crawls over to you. "you're going to be my bride." his eyes shine with passion and power. you actually feel thrilled.

"are you going to hurt me?" you look into his eyes.

"just for a bit, darling." he tugs on the laces of your corset. "i'll make you think of something else."

Kirk nuzzles his face in your neck and drags his nose slowly down your collar bone and towards your breasts.

"you smell so fucking good." he groans.

you can only respond with a moan and your hands make way through his hair.

"hmm, are you ready, my love?" he kisses your jaw.

"please." you nod.

he pulls down your pants along with your panties and he's taking his sweet time with it too. he grins teasingly at you and slowly slides his hands up your legs and thighs.

"Kirk..." you whine.

"gonna mark you, my love"

he pulls down his pants and boxers and pumps his throbbing cock slowly, he slides it between your pussy lips and the both of you moan and shiver with pleasure.

"you're already wet enough for me, love." he decides to pull back and slide his fingers inside of your dripping cunt first. "and i didn't even really touch you yet..."

"k-kirk!" you moan as he stretches you out by adding a second finger. he curls them up and you gasp, letting your head fall back.

"there, all ready for me." he groans and lines himself up with your cunt.

he slides in and starts biting your neck harshly, you let out a moan that's mixed with pain and pleasure. you're positive you'll have a bruised neck with bite marks in the morning.

normally he's quite the one to talk, but he's too busy fucking and sinking his teeth into you. too pussy drunk to function.

Kirk's hips slam against yours, his moans muffled by your skin as yours are the only ones that fills the room. your whines drive him insane and he bites you harder.

"color?" he growls, his sweet intention gives you butterflies. but his cock pumping into you make them flutter away.

"nghh- gr-green!" the biting hurts but you like it. you swear if he keeps going, he might draw blood.

he bites different spots and sucks on them too, it drives you fucking insane and pushes you over the edge.

he keeps up a steady rhythm and feels you squeeze around him, he stops biting you and kisses you passionately.

"are you going to cum?" he grins, his lips red from marking you up.

you nod as tears stream down your face, the pleasure becoming too much for you.

"cum for me, my love."

you moan his name as your orgasm washes over you, Kirk keeps pumping into you like a wild dog in rut. he moans and grits his teeth, needing to bite on something.

"use me, bite me." you whine.

he bites down on the other side of your neck and cums inside of you, you can feel it shooting up inside you and he twitches like crazy.

he lets go of your neck and falls on top of you. he takes a few breaths and rolls over on his back, pulling you on top of him.

the two of you lay in each others arms and try to calm down.

"that was fucking amazing." he breathes out. "i love you so much, baby." he kisses your temple.

"was.. so good.." you murmur, feeling absolutely exhausted.

"it was." he grins.

he slides his fingers over the bite marks carefully, and smirks proudly.

you feel yourself drifting off, feeling safe in the arms of your monster-loving boyfriend.

"i want to really taste you next time."

#blood play anyone? #who said that #thanks for the ask! #thank you anon #kirk hammett x reader #kirk hammett smut #kirk hammett fanfiction #kirk hammett x you #kirk hammett headcanons #my headcanons #kirk hammett imagine #kirk hammett fluff #metallica #fanfiction #fanfic #metallica fanfiction #metallica smut #metallica oneshot #distorted59 #i had no idea where i was going with this

[romanoffsbish]

Sweet Nothings

Wanda Maximoff x F!R

A Torn up Masterpiece

Warnings: Self-Conscious/Deprecating R, Mean Shield Agents.

Smut: SOFT! Mommy (W), Little Dove (R), Thigh Riding (R), Fingering (R)

18+ | Minors DNI !!

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“They said the end is coming, everyone's up to something..."

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The clock flashing 12:00am was nothing short of taunting, it reminding you that you'd only made it through part of your day at Shield. There never used to be disdain in your heart for the agency, but that was back when you knew the agents around you, and when they knew you all the same. Natasha, Maria and Clint used to make the environment enjoyable. Now you hardly ever see them as they either moved on or up and left you to hold down the fort with the new, much younger crowd.

"Agent Y/L/N" this or "Miss Y/L/N" that, it didn't really matter how they addressed you, the words they spoke held hardly any respect, and the stares always rubbed you the wrong way when you would pass them in the halls.

"I just don't get it dude, how the hell did Agent Y/L/N bag a hottie like Wanda anyways?," you could hear the surrounding agents, they were either chuckling at your expense, or making grumbling noises in an obvious agreement., "There's nothing special about her at all, the little witch would be so much better with me, I'd show her what she's missing out on. I'd fu—.," your jaw clenched as you cut the asshole off with the clearing of your throat. Everyone of their bodies suddenly stiffened upon seeing you step out from around the corner., "Miss.."

With a dismissive wave of your hand the weak apologies died on Agent Marten's tongue., "Apologies will get you nowhere cadets, you're all wasting valuable company time gossiping in the halls, and about your superior mind you."

"With all due respect, we're level 1 agents, no longer are we cadets.," you chuckled at their attempts to defend themselves., "Oh yeah?.," he stupidly nodded—as if it wasn't rhetorical., "Well I'm a Level 8, Agent Vo, my clearance is far above yours, and let's be honest here, you're not acting like anything more than cadets."

"Quite frankly Y/N, I'm not even sorry here.," you remained stoic while staring the smug looking agent down., "You will be when I get you demoted to water boy Agent Marten—or should I say Muriel since we've lost our wits on respect around here, hm?," watching the color drain from his face was indeed satisfying as you revealed his first name to all his peers., "No, we all understand, and we're very sorry."

"Interesting change of tune there Agent, but I regret to inform you that disrespecting a commanding officer gets you a months worth of additional paperwork, and a suspension from missions—camaraderie is essential here at Shield, and if any of you were paired with me I'd feel unsafe—so take this time to reevaluate your decisions on making an enemy of me."

"Miss—."

"I'm sorry, did I ask for a debate cadets?," your hardened gaze seemed to have the desired effect as all of their shoulders collectively fell, and most reluctantly shook their head., "Good, because I much prefer not having to repeat myself. Fury and Hill will issue your formal suspensions, and I'll drop all of your additional paperwork off to you after the weekend."

As swiftly as you dismissed them they were gone, your intimidating posture fell once they were out of sight too. Words hardly ever had the power to get to you, but when your very worth is constantly a question on many others minds it's hard not to give in to all the noise.

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"I find myself running home to your sweet nothings—Outside, they're push and shoving."

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After dealing with the malicious agents you found yourself inside of Director Hill's office., "Long time no see Y/N/N, to what do I owe the pleasure of you slumped onto my couch, hm?," the woman laughed boisterously when she received a middle finger in response to her teasing., "Aww, I love you too pookie.," she dodged your pillow with ease as she sat down at her desk then silently observed you further. There was this obvious dullness to you that she had never seen before, and truthfully her heart broke a bit at the sight of you looking so low.

"Ria, I can't do it anymore, like I hate it here.," she nodded in understanding, she knew the cadets of today were nothing like the past sets., "I know, but I beg of you, please don't leave.," you sat up to face her with a broken smile., "You all left me first.," the raven haired woman immediately moved to sit next to you on the couch, pulling you into a side hug, and so you laid your head on her shoulder., "I'm here, and Romanoff's only a call away—I know she'd love to beat the new wave into shape—so call her."

"It's not the work Ria, they listen well enough. It's...," you take in a calming breath, deciding if the truth will set you free, or potentially harm you further., "Y/N, what did they say to you?," her eyes left no room for cowardice so with a heavy exhale you muttered the partial truth., "It wasn't to me, it was about me—behind my back but I unluckily heard it all."

Maria sat there patiently waiting for you to fill her in, and with every repeated word you were able to croak out over held back sobs she could feel her body filling with an unparalleled rage. One that she knew could only be beaten out by Wanda, the very person who you were left to questions love, all because others want her., "Wanda loves you wholly Y/N, forget the idiots that don't even know hers attempts to make you feel otherwise. That witch is all yours."

"What if they're right though? Like, what if I'm holding her back Ria? She deserves—.," Maria instantly cut your rambled fears off by burying your face into her shoulder, and moving to finish off your words., "You. She deserves you, and you my dearest friend, deserve her love.," and after she finished her arms held to you tighter as you began to quietly sob, her hold didn't relinquish either until you'd calmed.

"Go home.," you went to protest, even if some part of you came in here hoping she'd suggest just that, the other part of you didn't want to give the cadets even an ounce of pride here., "I'm not kidding Y/N, you're ahead of your work anyways, it's a forced vacation really.," you smiled at her gratefully too, hugging her tight as a silent thanks before finally leaving.

Once you left the room the woman instantly pulled out her phone., "Hey Wanda, it's Hill..."

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When you left her office it was as if a weight was lifted off your shoulders, the pressure to be the very best agent significantly faded as you returned to your office to collect your things, but the peace was very much short lived.

"Did you hear the news?," you continued to collect your stuff, ignoring the group of giggling girls stood far too close to your office., "Turns out the Wanda Maximoff is dating the Natasha Romanoff.," one of the girls scoffed in obvious annoyance., "No, she's with Agent Y/L/N.," the original girl giggled., "For now..."

It was asinine—their claims were nothing if not unfounded, but for a brief moment you let your mind believe that there was some truth to it. Aesthetically speaking they did fit together; there's already a built in trust between them, as well as obvious love amongst one's chosen lot. Natasha and Wanda were inseparable in the field, you've even seen them work together, and you wonder if their loyalty to you hindered the potential for them to be happier together.

The need to escape was overtaking your body the more your mind gave in to the notion that Wanda was better without you, so you threw your bag over your shoulder haphazardly then made a beeline for the fire escape. No way did you intend to run into any of the people you knew here, nor did you want the cadets having the satisfaction that they were able to upset you in such ways that you couldn't finish work. Showing any sort of weakness to them would only fuel their entitlement to your peace on.

Once you stepped outside you felt a wave of relief as the fresh air traveled into your lungs. In and out, in—out; you were going to be fine. You were so out of it though that you didn't see the cruel stranger who wound up shoulder bumping you into a nearby wall. You winced harshly as your exposed skin scraped against the bricks. Looking up from the ground you saw the hustle and bustle of the New York streets, and once again you felt overwhelmed.

Your lip began to involuntarily tremble along with your hands, the need for escape had never been greater as you sprinted down the street. Ignoring the ache in your muscles the whole way as you were many miles out from yours and Wanda's shared home. There was no end in sight, your mind was running just as fast as your legs and nothing you did could stop it.

Truth be told you needed Wanda, nothing else was going to calm you down enough until you saw those beautiful green eyes of hers. They'll likely be full of concern, but if you could just see through to the love then you know your heart would settle. Sadly though, as you entered your home, falling onto the floor as your adrenaline faded and your legs gave out, you found it to be just as empty as your heart. She was at work, that much you expected, and if there's one thing you refused to do it was call her and beg her to come home to rescue you.

It took you an entire twenty minutes to crawl across the floor, then another ten to get up the stairs and finally you were in your bedroom. Reaching up you grabbed Wanda's sleep shirt from last night, you sniffed the fabric and felt relief as your body's trembling came to a stop. Your legs felt like jello when you moved to pull yourself up to your feet, staggering as you did you made your way into the bathroom where you turned the dial all the way to the left, and as soon as the water scorched your skin you broke down into a fit of unforgiving sobs.

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"To you, I can admit that I'm just too soft for all of it...You're in the kitchen humming."

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Stepping out of the shower was difficult, your limbs were shaky after the long time spent sobbing beneath the scalding hot streams of water. An obvious side effect of your sudden dehydration, but you managed to push through the struggle of walking as you managed to make it to and flop down onto the mattress.

Your mind was essentially fractured, broken lines of self deprecating dialogue running through it at a mile a minute with no reprieve. Still, you shut your eyes in a useless attempt to use sleep as an escape, but it too was fruitless. Thrashing about on the mattress felt more like your speed now, but just as you were about to throw said tantrum you caught a whiff of something so familiar and decadently sweet.

Wanda's triple fudge brownies...

In an instant you were on your feet, another wave of adrenaline fueled you as you quickly, but quietly made your dissent to the kitchen. The sound of soft humming was the next to reach you as you neared the bottom of the stairs, your senses were on overdrive tonight. Standing off to the side of the entryway you peered into the kitchen to see your lover with her apron on, her hair was pulled back, and a mixing bowl was expectantly sat in her hands.

"Detka, is that you?," she called out to you, her subtle way of letting you know she knew you were lurking. Her answer came in the form of you padding your way over to her, she settled her bowl down on the counter just in time to catch your distraught form in a calming hug., "Moya lyubov', you should've called me."

"Didn't want to bother you.," you mumbled into her chest, then as expected she pulled away to grip you by your shoulders., "Detka, what have I said to you countless times prior?"

"Th-that nothing comes before me, not even your Avenging, and that even if the world was burning you'd stop at nothing to get to me.," she nodded gratefully., "Exactly, you are my world Y/N, there's no point in me protecting everyone else's when yours is crumbling.," her forehead laid against yours while her hands lifted yours up to her lips for a tender kiss.

"You smell good honey.," she noted, traces of your vanilla lotion hitting her nostrils as she held your hands close to her face., "Thanks Wands...," you slowly pulled your head back, meeting her eyes full of love as you looked ahead and the sight alone was overwhelming.

"Did I smell brownies?," the witch chuckled at your silly means of deflection., "Yes, you did.," with a swift movement she dipped her finger into the batter then rose it up to your lips with a cheeky smirk, and an exaggerated wink as you swirled your tongue over the extended digit. Wanda's eyes darkened ever so slightly when you moaned, but she did her best to tamper her urges as you innocently met her gaze., "It's delicious mommy.," Fuck...

The dizzying moment only lasted for a second before the witch shifted you to sit on a stool besides the counter, then after she poured the batter into the baking pan she returned to you. Her body stood between your legs, and those oh so emotional eyes were back on you as she went to speak., "You're the best thing that ever happened to me Y/N/N, so please, I beg of you stop letting the naysayers win your mind over.," her hands shifted to cup your cheeks., "I've never loved anyone the way I have you, nor do I intend to ever love another as such."

After an intense bout of eye contact the first one to lean in was you, desperate for affection beyond the verbal, and Wanda gave you just that. Hands roamed beneath your loose fitting t-shirt in search of your perky nipples while her silky tongue delved right into your hot mouth. Whimpers of desperation reverberated from your throat, and got lost in her mouth as she continued to kiss you hard while her skilled fingers tease your sensitive nubs., "Mommy..."

Wanda nearly crumbled at how breathily you called out for her, always so desperate, but in moments like this one she forgoes teasing to the furthest degree. She's content with how worked up she got you as she slipped her thigh between your legs to find you already dripping.

"Oh my little dove, mommy's going to take such good care of you.," she promised as she slowly began to trail her lips across your flesh, her hands fell to your hips as she efficiently guided your hips movement against her thigh., "Mo-mommy please, I need more.," she flexed the muscle of her lush thigh at your pitiful request, the soft skin brushed against your clit causing your back to arch., "Mommy, oh god... I-I need to cum, please.," she bit into the skin over your racing pulse., "Let go little dove."

In an instant your head flew back as you reached that moment of unwavering ecstasy., "That's right detka.," she helped to prolong your orgasm by controlling your twitching hips., "Chase that pleasure my precious angel, you deserve to be worshipped; so beautiful."

Wanda threw her shirt that adorned your body across the kitchen when your body relaxed, then her lips found yours for a needy kiss., "Tell me what you need little dove, hm?," she gazed into your hazy eyes, a tiny smile graced your face when you could see right through her clouds of lust to the abundant wells of love., "Fingers please mommy.," she gently pecked your lips., "So well mannered detka, mommy's so proud of you for using your words too."

Wanda wrapped her arm around your waist, spinning you around until she had your upper body gently pressed into the table with your leg's widespread for her. A hoarse groan left her at the sight of your slick drenched thighs., "So pretty, you're always so perfect for me.," her nimble fingers trailed over the swell of your ass, pulling an affected moan from you when they grappled handfuls of the malleable skin on their way to their desired location—your cunt.

The woman knew you like the back of her hand, so she entered your tight hole rather roughly with two fingers, pulling them out just as fast to only slam them back in with another. She was rewarded with your wanton moans instantly, her expert fingers working you over with ease like usual, but her lips still held that tenderness you craved as they kissed over the column of your spine until stopping to place a far more firm kiss to the nape of your neck.

"Breathe moya lyubov'.," her whispers of concern didn’t go unnoticed by you as she could feel your back pressing into her as your upper body was rising rapidly, you tried to calm down, but the pleasure was immense. Wanda felt your walls fluttering around her., “M-mommy please.,” she settled a kiss to your cheek before her lips returned to marking your back up., “Let go little dove, cum for mommy.”

The timer on the oven dinged in sync with your throat scratching moans, your lover continued to work you through your orgasm, trailing kisses down your body while also using her powers to pull the brownie tray out of the oven. Tiny whimpers brought her hand to a stop, her fingers slowly slipped from within you, and she held steady eye contact with your blissed out face as she slid them in her mouth., “Divine…”

With a gentle hand she pulled you up from the table, her hands settled on your hips and in a moments time her lips were pressed to yours. There wasn’t a rush in anyone’s movements, just a hot, breathy kiss that made hearts flutter. Wanda’s arms loosely held you against her as she shared your taste with you, rewarding her with your whimpers and languid moans up until you couldn’t keep up anymore. Then while you caught your breath after she pulled back you found your lips being tapped again.

You mindlessly bit into the gooey brownie, an appreciative groan left your throat instantly., “Thanks Wands.,” she smiled softly at you., “Anything for you little dove.,” she frowned when your lip began to tremble., “Oh detka…”

Wanda’s resolve broke when your shaky hands tugged on her shirt, the moment of bliss fading as your body once again filled with sadness. She quickly snapped the fabric away, allowing you to lean into her bareness for the comfort you craved, and her strong arms held you so close so that she could sway your now crying form while humming softly into your ear.

No amount of loving you seemed to be doing the trick, Wanda's heart ached as your cruel thoughts continued to run through your mind. They were so loud, and the bulk of them made no sense, but she knows they weren't created by you, just simply adopted from the assholes who knew nothing about your relationship.

Wanda carefully carried you to the bedroom, a tray of necessities floating behind her and settling down on the bedside table as she sat down on the bed. Her jaw clenched as thoughts of yours were only increasing and infiltrating her mind, the harshness of your insecurities fully breaking her heart, and the sounds of your sobs only made her hold you tighter.

"Natasha's just a friend detka, one that adores you by the way, the woman demands updates on you every Monday—you should call her.," the witch softly began to dispel the thoughts., "I am not going anywhere; you're it for me.," her arm that was wrapped around your bare waist tightened, pulling you in even closer as if you'd disappear into thin air if she hadn't.

"I love you so much detka, with all of me, can't you see that you're everything I'll ever need?," Wanda whispered against your temple, her lips gentle as they laid soft kisses to your hairline., "I'm enough for you?," she instantly lifted your head from her shoulder., "More than enough.,” the intensity of her gaze as she spoke so softly instantly began quelling all of your fears.

A broken hum reverberated from your throat, causing the redhead to shift the both of you until your naked body laid flat atop the bed., "My goodness, those kids did a number on you my dear.," she pecked your lips gently., "Don't worry detka, I shall handle all of them myself.," you shook your head, but she only smirked., "I'm thinking I'll hang them all upside down from the ceiling by their 'tighty whities'."

The witches heart fluttered as you broke out into a hearty fit of laughter, your eyes—puffy from crying, closing as you allowed the spark of joy to completely consume you., “Wands, no.,” you choked out through your laughter and she scrunched her nose up adoringly as you tried to regain a hold on your sternness., “Y/N, yes.,” the light of your life pecked your lips a few times to spur on your giggling before she rolled off of you and propped herself up onto her side.

“I love you baby, thank you for being my rock.,” she looked to you with glossy eyes that spoke to you of her heart., “I am only being to you what you’ve been to me countless times prior Y/N.,” she settled a hand over your cheek, rubbing the damp skin lovingly., “My precious dove, you’ve brought me back from the depths of despair with your love, and you held no expectations.,” she pulled you in for a soft kiss., “It’s only fair that I extend you the same courtesy; you are not meant to hold it all in detka—let me help.”

Her thumb brushed away the reemergence of tears before she was moving to place delicate kisses all over your face, and it was when you calmed that she saw the smile on your face., “You’re all I need Wands, just you existing is enough for me.,” her eyes closed as your lips pressed into her palm, basking in the warmth that was your love before she shifted closer., “Funny, I was going to say the same to you.”

Wanda pulled your body atop of hers, your face now laying in the valley of her breasts while her hand carded through your hair., "You know.," she paused to peer down to ensure you weren't already asleep., "I used to dream of moments like these.," she smiled up as she remembered her months of silent pining., "Whenever I'd visit Shield with Natasha I'd find myself drawn to you Y/N—the most beautiful woman alive."

You snorted., "Baby, that's a bit hyperbolic.," she immediately brushed you off., "No, it's just the honest to God truth detka, you captivated me from the very start.," she smiled down at you when you shifted to your stomach, resting your chin on her abdomen as you looked up at her with curious eyes brimming with tears.

Her hands brushed the hair from your face, then the right one remained on your cheek., "And it also went way further than your looks. I'd found myself drawn to your laughter first—it was contagious, then came your kindness—goodness me Y/N/N, I'd never seen someone more considerate than you.," she sighed when she was met with disbelief in your returned gaze., "The honest point here moya lyubov', is that my dreams could never live up to the reality of what it's been like to not only love you, but to be loved back by you; this is the closest thing to paradise I'll ever get detka."

"You're too good to me Wands.," her thumb gently removed your lip from between your teeth., "No, I'm just treating you as you deserve to be treated detka. You deserve the world."

Wanda gently maneuvered your body until your face hovered hers, she pulled you down for a soft kiss that she instantly deepened, and in a moment of pure relief your mind stilled. Thoughts to the negative faded from your mind, and the witch found herself smiling into the lip lock when they phased into kinder ones, and to the ones full of giddy optimism that had her heart fluttering uncontrollably in her chest.

"I love you so much wiggly woos.," the woman then groaned as you found a way to 'ruin' the moment, but your accompanying giggling as you fell into her settled her weak annoyance., "Marry me then.," she reassured your hopes, and she chuckled when you gasped against her.

"W-Wands I—.," she allowed you a moment to stutter, then she smiled when you looked at her questioningly., "I'm serious Y/N—be my wife."

"Really?," your lip trembled as you felt her overwhelming love radiating from just the simplest of touches, and her smile., "Really.," she nodded in the affirmative., "Yes! Please!"

Wanda chuckled at your enthusiastic response, all the while her heart was beating rapidly as she hastily reached into the drawer of your bedside table and pulled out a velvet box., "This wasn't a spur of the moment decision detka, well, it kind of was but I promise it was already in the works.," she shifted you both up into sitting positions so she could showcase the diamond more efficiently, and she smirked when your eyes lit up with a bewildering shine.

"You're everything I could ever want and more detka.," she gently pecked your lips while her hands practically yanked the jewelry from the pesky box., "Now give me your pretty hand!"

The two of you shared excited high pitched giggles, rolling around the bed in all your naked glory., “We’re getting married!,” your squeals filled the little witch to the brim with joy, her nose crinkling affectionately as she watched your eyes swimming with a purity., “I’ll be right back love.,” Wanda left you with a momentary pout, coming back into the room she popped open a bottle of champagne you received from the Barton’s last Christmas with a loud agreement., “We’re getting married!!!”

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"All that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing"

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“We’re getting married.,” you tiredly cheered for what appeared to be a final time before you were succumbing to your bodies exhaustion, and so your wife to be was now covering you both up with a fuzzy red blanket, and flicking the bedrooms lights off with her red tendrils.

“Goodnight Mrs. Maximoff.,” she whispered cheekily against your puffy cheek., “I love you Y/N/N, my precious little dove; my wildest dream come true, oh how I yearned for you.,” she placed a final kiss to your pouting lips, a smile instinctively rises on your sleeping face and melts her even further if that’s possible.

“Forever will never be long enough with you.,” her hand intertwined with yours as she settled into the mattress, allowing your bubble of love to warm her soul, and send her off to sleep too.

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4,644 Words

🥰 Kaitlyn 😘

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[atticssmellgood]

hey babe!! can you do the 16 and 17 with alex, pls? 🥺

Tired

Alex Turner x GN!reader(no specific pronouns used)

Prompt(s) requested: “How Are you so comfy?” + Person A falls asleep on person B

Word count: 1k

CW: None❤️

A/N: I’m honestly so happy you requested these specific prompts lmao, I’ve always loved the idea of cuddling with Alex, I feel like he would be so sweet😭 anyways, hope you enjoy!

P. S. I feel like all of my fics end in sleeping I need a new way to close out💀

Alex groaned, pressing the heels of his palms into his eyes as he sat slumped over his small notebook, scribbled out lyrics and messy handwriting decorating the pages.

Why was it that whenever he actually wanted to get some songwriting done, he couldn’t? Lately the inspiration seemed to slip out of his hands every time he picked up the pen, leaving him stuck and stressed. Most times, he would just end up in a significantly lower mood with nothing more than what he started with.

He sighed and leaned back in the chair, staring at the ceiling with a blank expression, too many thoughts swirling around in his head to possibly make sense of any of them.

Eventually he stood up and stretched, his limbs feeling heavy with exhaustion and a yawn coming from his mouth.

Alex hadn’t been able to get much sleep recently due to the amount of time he’d been spending on the new album, but he could never seem to rest when he was so focused on why his brain wasn’t working the way he wanted it to.

Before Alex could let out another loud groan of frustration, he heard the front door open and he couldn’t have been more relieved.

“Alex?” You called out tentatively, not sure if he was home from the studio just yet. You made your way to the kitchen and sat your car keys on the counter with a jingle before hearing footsteps coming towards you. All of the sudden you were pulled into a warm hug, a kiss falling onto your forehead softly.

“Welcome home darling…” Alex whispered as he rubbed soothing circles into your back. You could already tell from his quiet voice and the way he leaned his body on yours that he had a long day. Your suspicions were confirmed when you pulled away from his embrace to get a good look at him. There were dark circles under his eyes, and his expression looked overall drained. It didn’t take a genius to realize he needed some food and rest.

Your hand reached up to cup his cheek gently, stroking the apex of his cheekbone with your thumb in a loving manner. Alex’s hands still sat on your hips as he leaned into your palm and closed his eyes. A small sigh left his lips when he felt the tension in his muscles slowly dissipate, replaced with a warm feeling that seeped into his bones and gripped at his heart.

“You look miserable, Al.” you giggled quietly, continuing to stroke his cheek. Although disguised as a light-hearted joke, Alex could hear the worried undertone in your voice.

“It’s just some writer’s block, nothing to worry about.” He mumbled and pulled you a little closer.

You let out a little hum and let him rest his chin on your shoulder.

“You know I could be wrong but I’m pretty sure writers block doesn’t cause you to look like you haven’t slept in a week.” Your voice was a little more concerned now as you rub his back lightly “what’s wrong?”

Alex let out a small groan and snaked his arms fully around your waist, squeezing you tight and beginning to sway the both of you from side to side slowly. His body heat engulfs you in a comforting embrace and you could still smell a bit of the cologne he liked to put on before he left in the mornings. “it’s…” he starts, speaking tentatively “I’ve just been really stressed lately with the non-stop recording in the studio and it doesn’t help when I can’t seem to write properly anymore.” His voice is quiet and clearly exhausted. You once again pull back, this time giving him a soft kiss on the lips, then one on his nose. He closed his eyes and gave a sleepy little smile.

“Why don’t we go to sleep, yeah?” You brush a piece of hair out of his eyes “I think you really need it. And who knows? Maybe it’ll clear your writer’s block.” You smiled sweetly before Alex just nods in agreement.

His mind did feel a bit foggy from the lack of sleep. Maybe that was the problem?

Without another word, you stepped out of his embrace to take his hand and lead him to the bedroom.

Alex immediately laid on the bed, his eyes already beginning to close until he noticed you didn’t lay next to him. He glances over to see you taking off your shirt so you could change into something more comfortable than your work clothes.

He chuckled before reaching over to grabbing your arm and pull you onto the mattress with a sly grin.

You let out a little yelp and before you knew it, Alex’s full body weight was resting on top of you, effectively trapping you underneath him.

“Alex! You couldn’t wait five more seconds?” You laugh, still topless as he hadn’t given you the chance to put a shirt on.

“Nope.” He said with a satisfied expression “You were already taking too long.”

His head was resting on your chest comfortably, his soft brown hair tickling your bare skin.

You just laughed at his response, then snuck a gentle hand into his hair.

His features seemed to relax once you did this as his eyes fluttered shut and a small smile played at his lips.

You ran your fingers through the thick strands, nails occasionally scratching his scalp. The more you did this, the more he relaxed. The stress he held in his tense muscles looked as if it was melting away slowly with each brush of your hand on his hair.

“How are you so comfy?” Alex mumbled, nuzzling into your chest with a contented sigh. You just smiled as you gazed at him, leaning forward a bit to place a soft kiss on the top of his head.

He loved the spot he was in because he could press his ear right against where your heart was and listen to it beat with a steady rhythm. All the thoughts and worries in his mind were quieting down to mere whispers as he focused on the soft thumping in your chest. This was what he knew he needed.

Moments after that, you heard his breathing slow, indicating that he was indeed asleep.

You continued to stroke his hair in a loving manner even as he slept. The weight of his body on yours was comforting and it wasn’t long until you began to fall asleep underneath him, uttering a barely audible “Sweet dreams, my love” and letting your eyes flutter shut.

#alex turner x reader #alex turner #arctic monkeys #gn!reader #fluff #cuddling #fluff x reader #arctic monkeys x reader #writing prompt #rpf #alex turner imagine #alex turner fanfic

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HIIII i love ur posts!!

Can i request a tired or mentally drained and at one point she breaks down on front of the bllk boys and all of them start panicking or trying to comfort her? 😭😅

I've been tired cuz exam season ( >:p ) "and i wanna cry but i physically can't ( idk why? ) and i want some comfort sooooo.... yeah!

if u dont wanna its cool :)

byeeee❤️❤️

Author: I FEEL U! I have been feeling soo drained and useless ever since my exams finished. Literally can't even relax during this small break I got:// Anyways, I hope u like this! Thanks for the request🩷

Warnings: Reader uses she/her. Requests are open

⚽️Blue Lock belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura⚽️

On any normal day (Y/n) didn't mind the chaos the boys caused her, after all they were under a lot of pressure, so she let them unwind while cleaning up after them. But today was not one of those days. Ever since the preparations for the next Blue Lock phase started she felt like they were more and more chaotic, while she was losing herself more and more in all of her work. The whole week was just a whole mess for her, from running errands for Anri and Ego, to breaking up fights between the teammates, she just felt like giving up. Right now, she was enjoying some quiet time in the lunch hall, just drinking some tea while fighting back sleep.

"This morning was so tiring...." She winced while grabbing her stomach. This morning, Rin accidentally kicked the football past the goal, which ended up hitting (Y/n) in the stomach. This caused a loud argument between the captain, Isagi and Barou. (Y/n) tried to stop them, but the fussing coming from Aryu and Hiori stopped her. She was annoyed that they didn't let her handle the issue, instead Kurona and Yukimiya ended up dragging her toward the infirmary.

Next thing that happened was an hour after the first incident. Karasu and Otoya were practicing with Bachira and Aryu, (Y/n) was as usually sitting and taking down the stats of the 4. Nothing unusual. Until Bachira decided to goof around with the football and yell at (Y/n) to watch him do some tricks. She admitted, they were impressive, and she commented on how great they are. Her comments along with the impressed look on her face caused the other three to start doing the same. The problem was that there were 4 of them and (Y/n) would have to look every 2 seconds at a different player, which did make her dizzy. Ego had noticed the commotion and yelled at all 5 of them to get back to training.

The 3rd incident happened barely an hour ago at lunch time. (Y/n) was sitting with Gagamaru, Isagi and Chigiri during the time, and while talking with the 3, she didn't notice an argument between Kunigami and Nagi unfolding. Everyone knew that (Y/n) barely ever ate her dessert, it had too much protein, so she would always left it to one of the players to eat. The dessert was pretty much the highlight of their day and the team agreed on whoever got the most points for the day, will get the sweet treat. This arrangement worked for 2 months, but today was the first time that two players were tied in points.

Kunigami and Nagi were both known to be level headed and somewhat apathetic towards everything, except when it comes to their manager and her attention,  that's when both are pretty much irrational.

"I think you seem to misunderstood me, Nagi. I am getting it today." Kunigami said, sending a tight smile towards the albino.

"And you seemed to have misunderstood me, Kunigami. But that pudding is mine."

"Calm down, you two." Niko rolled his eyes, still mad that he lost this time.

(Y/n), blissfully unaware of that whole agreement, noticed Gagamaru staring at her dessert. Knowing she won't eat it anyways, she decided to give it to him.

"Here. I won't eat. Hope you like strawberry flavor." She said, handing the surprised Gagamaru her food.

Chigiri and Isagi gasped silently. They shortly sent the flustered goalie jealous glares before looking at Kunigami and Nagi, who were staring degers at Gagamaru.

"A-are you sure?" The boy asked as (Y/n) nodded her head, smiling warmly at the boy.

"Of course-"

"Gagamaru, you traitor!" The two flinched and looked in surprise at Nagi.

"Ha?" (Y/n) panicked a little as she saw Kunigami and Nagi glaring at the duo.

"Keep it down, you two." Reo rolled his eyes, earning a nod from Tokimitsu.

"M-maybe we should let Gagamaru have-"

"Shut it, Tokimitsu!" Kunigami and Nagi yelled and then started arguing with Gagamaru. It eventually spread across the whole lunch room, and (Y/n) started twitching a little. Nobody was listening to her as she tried to calm it down. Was it the exhaustion or pure desperation to shut everyone up, but (Y/n) eventually started crying silently. Lost in her own thoughts while crying, she wasn't paying attention to what the rest were saying.

"I am the fastest. The dessert is mine!" Chigiri earned a show from Aryu at that.

"You forget I was in the top3 and I am the one with the better hair."

"Oh, shut up you peasants! You all are beneath me and (Y/n), therefore the pudding is mine."

"Says who? You, Barou? You do not have the charm to be anywhere near (Y/n)."

"Otoya, you cheated on your girlfriends. What makes you think you are worthy?" Yukimiya sighed.

"And what about you, Yukimiya? You are so plain, there is no way she will fall for you. Now me on the other hand-"

"Oh, shut up Karasu. Your charms are below Antarctica's temperatures." Niko groaned.

"I think the cutest one of us should get the pudding. So me-"

"Bachira, that would be me. I am also the ace, so that's just a bonus." Isagi smiled, earning a glare from Rin

"Pipe it down, you two can barely pick up a 2nd language." The captain added in.

"English is hard." The two protested.

"I think the richest one should have a say in the dessert." Reo smirked, earning louder protests.

Tokimitsu shivered a little in fright and looked over at (Y/n), freezing for a moment as he saw her crying.

"What's up, Tokimitsu?" Hiori wondered, one of the few who decided not to argue. Kurona looked over to where Tokimitsu was looking, and his eyes widened in surprise as he saw her crying too. He nudged Hiori.

"Look." Kurona said and the cyan-haired boy looked at (Y/n). He wasted no time and ran to her side, followed by Tokimitsu and Kurona.

"He-hey, don't take it to heart. They are stupid like that." Tokimitsu said as he patted the sobbing girl's back. Kurona and Hiori moved closer, both trying to calm her down, all three felt their hearts breaking as they watched her cry. The room grew slowly quiet too, as the rest looked at (Y/n) in concern and guilt.

"(Y/n)...." Chigiri gulped.

"It's just hard to keep up with you all. You keep arguing and destroying things at times... and it's just hard to keep up... I can usually take it, but I guess today isn't my day." A wave of guilt hit the team as they quickly scrambled for the right words. The last thing they wanted was for their (Y/n) to cry, or worse, contemplate on leaving them.

"Tokimitsu, go and take (Y/n) somewhere quiet to calm down. The rest of you stay here." Rin said, quickly getting unto his captain mode. The rest said nothing, deciding not to make things worse, and they watched with guilt and sadness as (Y/n) got dragged out by Tokimitsu.

"Alright, listen up." Rin spoke up, causing the rest to look at him.

"We need to pull our shit together, unless we want (Y/n) to leave and for some other manager to replace her. The team pretty much shuddered at the idea, there was no way someone will replace her!

"So, what's your idea, captain?" Barou wondered.

"I will tell you, but first... Reo, I need you to do some calls." The billionaire heir raised his eyebrow and slowly nodded his head.

And soo, that was what had happened. (Y/n) ended up crying for about 30 minutes as Tokimitsu stayed around, just in case. The boy was collected and calm, no sign of his previous fidgety demeanor. After she calmed down, she apologized to Tokimitsu for inconveniencing him, but the boy didn't mind.

"If you feel down again, don't be afraid to tell us. We will listen." The boy said with a smile, which calmed her down a lot.

After lunch, she went back to her normal duties, helping the other staff members and the team out. To her surprise, they didn't cause any ruckus, they were calm and friendly. Even Rin, Isagi and Barou stayed away from arguing with each other. Unbeknownst to her, whenever a staff member tried to scold her, Karasu, Aryu and Nagi would send them warning glares. They alone caused them to back off quickly. All in all, the day went pretty well, and (Y/n) felt a lot lighter now. She slowly walked into her bedroom, and stopped at the entrance as she noticed a box on her bed. Slowly walking towards it, she looked at the note on the box and slowly started reading it. (Y/n)'s eyes widened a little as she read it through, realizing that the team sent her this, and her heart melted at the apology they wrote out.

'They are chaotic... but I love them like that.' She smiled and slowly opened the box, only to find various treats that she could only buy outside of Blue Lock's facility, she even got a small (f/c) bear.

'They probably made Reo get this...' She chuckled and plopped on the bed, hugging the bear close to herself.

'I will make it up to them... maybe Teieri-san can help me get them some small gift next week.' She thought, slowly falling asleep.

#bllk #blue lock anime #blue lock manga #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #manager reader #blue lock requests #isagi yoichi #chigiri hyoma #bachira meguru #kunigami rensuke #nagi seishiro #reo mikage #niko ikki #barou shouei #aryu jyubei #tokimitsu aoshi #itoshi rin #kurona ranze #hiori yo #karasu tabito #yukimiya kenyu #otoya eita #gin gagamaru

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@steddie-week day 1: Hunger | 1.1k words cw: light angst in that Steve is a little sad/dealing with some mental stuff but like hurt/comfort (not EDs which mental stuff combined with the prompt word might make it seem like, hunger is used as a metaphor)

Sometimes Steve doesn’t talk to anyone for days. He just shuts himself in his room and hides, barely leaves his bed. Pretends he doesn’t exist, or that time has stopped and he’s the only thing that exists.

Sometimes, he’ll go back too soon, feel bad for the ignored calls and drag himself out of bed to see the people who matter most to him. But it won’t feel warm and soft those times. He’ll be too raw and It’ll feel like they’re grabbing his insides and eating them. Pulling his heart and brain out of his body and devouring them without letting him eat theirs in return. 

Usually, he’s okay with that. He knows his place, he knows that’s what he’s for. For other people to get fed. And he’s happy to feed, to do that for them. 

He loves them, of course he’s gonna give himself over. It’s just that sometimes they take too much. They don’t know they do he thinks, they don’t know they’re eating him alive. That he’s presenting himself on a silver platter and letting them take take take, and that sometimes they take too much.

That’s why he disappears, so he can grow back. So he can give more. Because if he stops giving he's afraid they’ll get tired. He won’t be useful, he can’t give when he’s like that. He starts craving, he starts wanting. He feels starved and wants to take and feed too, and that’s not part of the deal. He’s not supposed to eat, he’s supposed to be eaten. So when he turns hungry and ravenous he hides, he isolates. 

Robin is the only one who truly gets this about him, who doesn’t take and demand. She gently accepts the things he gives and never without giving too, forcing him to stay whole. It’s overwhelming and sometimes he has to hide from that too, he doesn’t know how to deal with the force of it. He’s so used to the constant hunger it’s a shock when it’s gone but he’s gotten better. And anyway, he and Robin are part of one whole so whatever is given or taken between them is never really gone. It stays with both of them.

Robin is the only one, or she was the only one he should say. Because now there’s Eddie. Eddie who gives and gives and gives, almost as much as he does. But who doesn’t seem to dwindle and dim like Steve does. Who doesn’t seem to starve or hunger. Eddie who notices when Steve does, when he stumbles and gets greedy. Who holds him up and makes him whole with a look, a touch, a word. 

Eddie who breaks in through his window when he shuts himself in his big empty house and lays with him in his bed, softly telling Steve stories and running his fingers through his hair. 

It’s wonderful.

It's the worst. 

“I’m afraid you’re gonna end up as empty as me,” Steve tells him, whispers it into the dark. “That you’re here now and you’re giving and I’m taking and you’re gonna be the one left with nothing.” 

Eddie doesn’t respond immediately but hums in acknowledgment, lets him know he heard and is thinking. 

“This is good for me too,” he says eventually, “being with you and resting. Getting to be here for you when you never used to let anyone but Robin be. It’s good for me too.” 

“It can be good and still drain you.” Says Steve, knows it to be true. He doesn’t resent giving the way he does, he loves it, it’s good. It drains him. 

“Yeah,” Eddie agrees, “this doesn’t drain me, you’re comforting me too. It’s balanced.” 

Balanced. That’s what Robin tells him too. That’s what Nancy sometimes asked him for when they dated and he couldn’t let her see the cracks. That’s what he wonders about with his other friends. 

He doesn’t usually know how to do that. He doesn’t know where the lines are. He doesn’t understand how Eddie knows. 

“You let me give, and I let you give, so it’s balanced. We don’t take from each other, we gift and we receive. It’s balanced. You have to let other people give sometimes too, Steve.” 

It hits something deep in him, the last words. He knows this, he doesn’t want to know it. 

“I’m afraid they won’t. if I open myself up to it. If I ask, I’m afraid they won’t.” He says it so quietly it’s almost inaudible but Eddie hears. 

His hands still in Steve’s hair for a moment before moving again, gently scratching his scalp. 

“I know baby. But that’s not fair, they want to give too. If they knew how much they took without giving back they’d be heartbroken. It’s not fair to you or them.” 

Steve lets Eddies words wash over him, he knows he’s right. They’d be nauseous with it. His sweet wonderful friends and family would be crushed.

“Sometimes it will happen, maybe,” Eddie continues when Steve doesn’t respond beyond a sharp breath in. “Sometimes people won’t know how to give after only getting but you gotta let them try. Sometimes they’ll learn and adjust, sometimes they won’t and you’ll have to deal with that. But you can’t starve yourself like this because you won’t let them try.” 

"What if I take too much?"

"Then they talk to you, like you should talk to them."

“When did you get so wise,” Steve snorts, his voice is tight but he makes the effort, tries to lighten the mood. Deflects, like he always does. 

Eddie lets him, a little, knows Steve has to. But he’s still serious when he answers.

“Wayne is like a never-ending well of insight and digging around in everything, never lets me get away with shit.” 

The opposite of Steve’s parents who were the first to take from him and never give, never look into his eyes and tell him to eat. 

“He’s a good guy,” Steve tells Eddie instead of weighing him down more than he already has. Instead of acknowledging and relieving the hunger pang that strikes him at the thought. Even now, here, he doesn’t know how. 

“Yeah,” Eddie agrees. “I’m here to relay his wisdom, like playing telephone with whatever stuff he teaches me. The things your parents took away from you.”

Eddie still knows, of course, he does. He always knows.

“And what do you get?” Steve has to ask.

“I get you. I get everything.”

Steve smiles, turns around to kiss Eddie. He doesn’t feel empty when Eddie kisses him back, hungry. When he takes and devours. 

#i didn't think i was gonna be able to do steddie week becuase it crept up on me and i haven't kept up #and i wasn't gonna post this but like i wrote this in like 40 minutes in a haze and then went on tumblr and saw one of the #prompts for day 1 was hunger and i had literally just written this thing where i used hunger as a metaphor so i went back and reread it #and did some edits and now im posting it #which well i usually stick to humor in my writing so this is always scary but here we are #this is so different from what i usually post but this is also representative of like 70% of my notes app i just dont share #this kind of writing but fuck it i guess #my writing #dels steddie thoughts #steddieweek2023 #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #stranger things #steddie fic #steddie week